Kathryn the Vampire
My sister-in-law was a vampire. She rarely appeared in the light, she lived in the basement and always wore dark glasses. Oh, and she hated me. I don’t quite know why, but she did. I know because she said so.
She died by her own recklessness and rage, bursting into ashes when a sunbeam hit her blackened heart just right, as she swooped in for a bloody bite.
My own heart still beats, skipping in the light.
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KJ Aartila
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Comments (10)
This a wonderful, micro story . Thanks for sharing 🥰
Ooh, I like this story ❤️😉💯
Some people are a veritable succubus of joy and positive energy. Damned them! Enjoy the light :)
Oh! This is intriguing and I found that last line sooo beautiful! Love this :)
There are some people who I really could burst with their negative essence ❤️ Well done. Love the last line.
Lol, this was hilarious and awesome!
Sister-in-laws, always poking around for a bite to eat. (Can't actually say that's true, but it's all I could come up with.) Fun.
Ooo, so clever!! And that last line, yes!!!! Great entry, Keila :)
oh, I see what you did there. Well done.
Ooooo. Harsh and satisfying story!