Sunday Is Still For Vampire But I’ve A Book To Read


The first cardinal rule in Philosophy is never assume. Isn’t it amazing in a very sad way that’s what most people do from just a glance and what piss-poor attitudes they have when it turns up they’re dead wrong? What makes it worse is everyone else’s attitude toward the assumptor / assumptorette when it becomes apparent there was 100% no truth anywhere. The vanity scale goes through the roof but there’s no one else to blame, after all; you’re the bonehead who believed without knowing a damn thing, without instinct or thought process. Is there a lecture in this? Nah, but Petra’s mind was still rattled from the last staff meeting. “Does she honestly think we’ll all believe she’s that kind of intuitive, like a mystic or something and we’ll fear our thoughts because she’ll know them before we even think them? She’s in our minds is she? If it’s a joke it’s a bad one.” The director had opened the meeting with a shocking revelation in her menopausal mind state to startle everyone into unquestionable obedience and servitude through fear. She knew everyone’s thoughts. She knew what everyone was thinking without speaking. Intangible objective knowing was simply her state of being, her job. The other side of that bad joke was Emma, the lead on the floor who got caught taking 30-minute 10-minute breaks, using her laptop to write a book instead of doing her job, and utilizing the office equipment to print everything off. She had actually gone on a tirade blaming Petra for her actions although at first it seemed like generalizations of bad excuses. It turned out it was her fault because she was efficient on the floor. She got so much work done so well that it burdened Emma and left her no other choices. There was just nothing left to do. The kicker was the director allowed it to be dumped in Petra’s lap. She hadn’t even realized it until the director’d asked, “Does anyone have anything to say?” Petra had been listening and thinking how glad she was this catty, petty complaining had nothing to do with her to get sucker-punched with a baseball bat that the meeting wasn’t an emergency staff meeting but her personal lynching trial. The director was looking right at her as Emma ranted on about how she wasn’t going to apologize to her for her abusive language and berating in front of the staff and students. “You aren’t paying attention”, the director had said. “I am… I’m listening.” “Do you have anything to say?” Petra was briefly stumped. “Well, I had no idea this was going to turn out to be a meeting about me.” Her voice cracked a little. The director and Emma thought for sure they had her. What they didn’t understand was it wasn’t an indication they were breaking Petra down, she was pissed, mortified at the utter absence of professionalism with the open-door policy permitted that if there was a complaint about another co-worker to come to the director’s office and tell her. Instead of diffusing the director would go to the person complained about and level accusations. It was as bad as allowing catfights as opposed to cockfights. The facility was run by women. There would be none of those although some of them thought they had spiritually acquired the specific appendage. “What’s next, inviting people in off the streets to place bets?”


One thing Petra knew and had been observing since she was a kid, “You learn a lot about people when they think you’re weak or stupid.” Didn’t most of them love to think she was stupid or they each were lord over her? Oh yes, they sure did. “Let them have go. Hopefully I’ll survive it.” She knew, well suspected already but would find out exactly what was running this place. If she played it right, it might just get its long time coming spring-cleaning.


Sunday Is For Vampire


Watching vampire flicks

This one took the cake

On a spaceship

Nothing but darkness

Oh boy

A vampire’s joy

And the fools thought they had a find

Let us dock, board and look around

Add up what net value’d be

Even the legendary destroyer of your kind

This time would not succeed

There was just no way

Too many centuries have gone by

There would be no cure

No salvation found

Written in

For anyone

The option, run the ship aground


Into the sun


Pool cue stakes

Could work why not


No dust in the air, no flame

Corpses here and there

No special effects

Bad acting abounds

Ancestry rose to the occasion not

Mina no, Van Helsing nay

Though Mina warned beware

The crew couldn’t care

Vanity overrode the day, or night

A stake for one a stake for all

She lamented I told you so

The biggest stake for you

To collide with the sun

Enough light you think

No darkness UV protect


Now you’re through



The tough guy lay with the pretty bot

Former pleasure bot not always a narc sub-plot

Yeah, there was one of them too

No one knew

Should have seen the captain’s face

At any rate

Happy together or moments tick away

Didn’t have to tell him twice

Explosion boom ship alight symbolic behind the scene

Leaving space debris

And the credits began to roll

Didn’t see that one coming

I sat with my mouth ajar


Guess we won’t jettison the count

And all would be cured

Tie breaking gravitational pull


Exhale we’re safe!


Survivors in shock

What just happened?

Thanks for remembering

Removing the stake

The hole in my heart healed up

Now he’s gone Drac Orloc

But no

I know why I don’t have a copy

I said aloud

To no one at all

Right then crystal clear

I love movies, even if it’s a B

Fine with me

Not this time

At least it was free




Fair Warning My Prince

I’m tired

Let’s sleep

How many times must I tell it default?

Lost count

Hmm, Count


Pleasant fatigue



Cuddle up with Drac

You know

That Prince Of Darkness

He drinks your blood

Handsome enough

Do I care?

Can I resist that come hither stare

To sink his reeth here, thither and yon

Do I want to?

If I fall asleep will he get the hint?

Go out

Have fun

What happens in Vegas

Or somewhere else

Stays as it goes

If you wake me with your bite

A stake for the heart my passion’s delight

I’ll give you undead

To cut off your head there’s no need

My slumber disturbed

Makes it fright night

Not for me but for you if you play this way

I’ll vacuum your ashes

Annoyed I’m awake

Bite the actress instead

Voyeur from my bed

Settling in

Better now

There, there



She stirred her brew

And it started to stew

She sang to all children

Come hither please do

I’ve a present for you

No need to nibble like a mouse

Come to the door

Come to my house

One sip, no more

You’ll want not to leave

Your company I crave

With ketchup, nay

Sweet and sour will do


Her stomach rumbled


A sigh she gave

The fragrance rose

It smelled so sweet

Billowed pretty in pink

Turned the chimney too

The stirring she stopped

She sat back and rocked

Sharp smile and waited

No more to do

The rest up to you


There was a knock


She rose to answer

Wow that was quick

But a voice she knew

Turn it blue

It said with a zing

Ping sparkles too

Oh no not you

Turn it back

Her voice didn’t crack

But her sister shot a surge

At the same time too

Now purple her brew

They both threw their arms up

They laughed right out loud

Twirled in an embrace

Spinning weightless in place


Well it’s good to see you!

When’d you get in?

Cast any new spells?

So much to talk about!

Lots we can do!

Oh my!

How are you?!



When the children come

There’s enough for two

How about this

That new sea place

Little Sis’ reply

I’d like to try

Two blocks away

No need to fly

Shimmer out to the door

We need do no more

And some chilled white wine

Well that does sound fine

Cast a borealis to fill the sky

Cancel the lure

Let the children sleep

No need to come nigh


Both zapped to their rooms

Then back to her door

Looking good

You too

Both dressed to the nines

Out they went

To the night

No need to take fright

First dine

Then dance

Children have fun too

Another time we will meet

For now worry not


Happy Valentine’s Day To You!!



(Continuing On:


Perspective: A Very Short Story


Andromeda curled up eavesdropping in on the conversation her people were having concerning her needs, what she liked, should have and didn’t mind. As if! Fifteen pounds of fury and she knew being a Rat Terrier, her purpose, what she liked, should and wouldn’t mind having were rats. “No one gets it. I’m living in an apartment with no yard. Am I a cat?” She thought about rats in big cities, what she’d heard. “That’d be awesome. Maybe when they open the door I could escape to the train… I’d need a ticket, but you need cash for that. Exasperating…”





The prompt this week is:

 “…but you need cash…”

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#159


Between: Adventures With The Undead Continues A Bit More But Not That Much

When I stepped out the door I didn’t see them but I thought I saw a path across from the yard. I wondered why I hadn’t noticed it before. Maybe I liked to walk that way before I was dead, or whatever. I didn’t get far before I heard the two boys talking just ahead. Interesting the way focusing on them helped me forget about my peeling skin. Remember that? Yeah, it’s still peeling. Interesting the way I can’t feel a breeze or know if I stepped in water, can’t hear sounds of nature but I could hear those people, or the two of them. Weird.

Food for thought on the topic of peeling skin: am I somewhere damp, I mean, my body? Maybe? Don’t know what would make your skin peel other than sunburn. Should catch up with those two. If they’d call each other by a name I might get a clue.

I couldn’t help but get caught up in the peacefulness of the path – the trees, the scenery. Couldn’t tell if there were any noises so no detecting a babbling brook, wouldn’t know if I stepped in one unless I looked down, but I got such a feeling. Maybe I liked it here. Watch out, genius emerging…

Better catch up with those boys.

And So It Begins – Cabin Fever, Maybe

She remembered the horse walking by, the angel of death on its back and the head of the former Starbucks manager protruding from its rump looking wide wild-eyed and alarmed.

Does wild wide-eyed sound better. Hmmm, have to think about that.

Could you blame him? Wonder if they’d given him time to repent before that one, then again they would certainly know if someone would mean it or if the likelihood of contrition was nil. His name was Mark. That’s right, Mark. Thank-goodness that place stayed open. There wasn’t much to see, not many places to go but those who’d survived were trying to rebuild, clean up, do what they could so life would move on and enough was still open to survive. She’d venture out today. Getting cabin fever. As much as she loved her word processor maybe she’d spring for a laptop.

Between: Adventures With The Undead Continues A Bit


“She could still be alive then if it’s only one.”

“I know.”

“What could have happened? Somebody jump her? Did she fall somewhere?”

He looked at his friend exasperated. “How would I know but I know where she walks. We walk back that way all the time when we’re doing stuff together. I’ll bet she’s unconscious. That’s why we can feel her so strong here.”

“That almost makes sense except wouldn’t we feel her strongest where she was unconscious and not here? She’d be floating around there. Why would we feel her here?

Oww! Why’d you do that?” He cooed as he massaged what might be a bicep someday.

“Floating? Because meathead, she’d come back here, her, I don’t know, her subconscious self to the place she lived… maybe? Who knows how it works but if something happened to me I’d want to let someone know about it. I’d jump out of my body or something. Try to reach someone. I’m like her. She’s not a person who gives up easy.”


They both went out the door and I just stood there. That one boy looked familiar. Actually, so did his friend but there was something about that one. According to them I had a family, well; he was my family. I went out the door. If I followed them I might remember something.


World Without End 2: White Wine For You


What else can I make him do? She thought about it as she watched him go from cleaning to making coffee, something he wouldn’t touch when he was alive. Always something she had to do for him, such a sin more than housework making it really a surprise. When he’d finished he turned and faced her saying not a word. “Was he focusing?”

She went to pour herself a cup. He stood still eyes not moving as she passed him. “Guess not.” She watched. It was the first time she’d tried the spell and thought that so far it’d turned out well.

No laundry to do, cleaning’s done, coffee was a treat, what else? “Those leaves” she thought. “Francis can you take care of those leaves outside? Bag them up and stack them at the curve?” He turned to her. “My name is Francis.” “Yes, you remember?” “I’m dead?” She couldn’t resist, “Still are.”

She watched him walk into the yard. “He almost looks worried” fleeted through her mind.

She watched him from the window as he cleaned the entire yard up. Were those tears rolling down his cheeks? He’d never cried, never.

As he stacked full bags on the curb she went outside to see. He stood back to look over what he’d done, a trait from when he was alive, always admiring his own work. He kept backing into the road. Her house located on a bend sharp as an elbow.


She ran toward him calling and waving her arms. He looked up at her and grinned. “He was figuring it out, no way!” A truck hit him full on as he burst into leaves filling the street dissipating before they could land. The bags he’d filled still there.

“Son of a gun” was her only thought as she watched the truck not even tap the brakes but drive away. Did he beep? Who was driving? She hadn’t seen.



“He turned ‘to leaves?” Her friend Rachel asked. “Yeah, that was surprise.” Naomi did say. “I put more sage than it asked and cut belladonna in half. Added pinches of rosemary as it stewed.” “Doubt I could replicate it. Your gift is different than mine.” “Still”, Naomi said, “I’d help you give it a try, but someone has to have died… he didn’t die suddenly enough the first time I can tell you. The way it ended was satisfying in a sense…” she trailed off as they clinked their glasses.

“More white wine?”