She’d stalked him for months.
Fantasized about the intimacy of his bite.
About eternal life.
She imagined the momentary pain, and the rapture of desire.
She followed him to his lair and awaited nightfall.
His teeth grazed her compliant neck.
Backing away, he muttered, “Sorry, not my type.”
Alison does not like vampires. They are not her type.
She should have paid attention to the warning signs, but single men were scarce.
When he said his name was Count Christoph in a drawling European accent,
she thought he was being eccentric.
He didn’t smile much so she hadn’t noticed his dentistry.
In hindsight, she really should’ve swiped left.
Jo Withers writes stories and poetry for children and older, less interesting humans. Her middle-grade, sci-fi adventure will be published in 2018.
Hunt them in dark castles or the bedrooms of virgins.
Dispatch with a blunt instrument. Avoid the heart.
Hang the meat high.
Allow to drain for three days. Do not let it near sunlight.
Slice with a silver carving knife. Serve immediately.
Burn the clothes.
Keep the fangs.
Mark Farley is currently enjoying trying to write a 50-word bio but suspects he may miscalculate. He loves writing short stories and has been lucky enough to see his work appear in several flash fiction magazines. He blogs his creative writing at mumbletoes.blogspot.com and often wishes he was better at poetry.
Emma. Such a sweet young woman. And now he was going to make her his—forever.
Of course, she had no idea what he had become, seemingly overnight.
No matter, she would find out when he visited Valentine’s night.
But first he would take her out for a quick bite.
Lin loves flash fiction, mysteries, and thoughtful horror. Twists and humour are like spices that flavour a writer’s work. She is still waiting to be rich and famous.
When he awoke he was under the bed, the blinds were down and the room was in darkness. Was it day or night? There was a distinct iron taste—of blood?—in his mouth. He felt satisfied, giddy.
Running his tongue over his sharp canines, he knew.
It had begun.
Lin Jenkinson is a Canadian woman who has a penchant for iconic horror and flash fiction. She has been known to write poetry and non-horror but only on off days.
Apparently I murdered my twin sister in cold blood.
Since then, every moment torments me with all the agonizing anguish of a psychopathic mind, which sets me adrift in an emotionless world. Yet I feel no compunction. She’ll understand my chilling thirst for blood.
Soon she’ll turn. A bloodthirsty vampire.
Mohammad S. Babaei is a computer programmer who endeavors to discover his bipolar self through literature. Visit his blog on programming at babaei.net.
The vampire stood dead still, just short of his old flame’s threshold.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” he asked, glancing anxiously at the false dawn.
“No,” she said.
She didn’t wait to see him disintegrate on her doorstep, but went to the utility closet to get a broom.
John H. Dromey has a story in the anthology Chilling Horror Short Stories (Flame Tree Publishing, 2015).
Thirst consumed me, more desire, anticipation, than need.
“Last one,” I convinced myself, hastily ripping into the flesh. The red spatter on the wall? Unnoticed, darkening over time.
The odd sweetness finally danced along my tongue. Sated, I dropped the empty peel into the trash.
The season’s last blood orange.
Anastasia Pena loves crafts. And blood oranges. But not crafts using blood oranges. She creates the items that pop into her head and runs Anastasia’s Artifacts from South Texas. She also tries to put words on paper from time to time, somewhat successfully…
I believe in vampires. I never used to but then, one day, I filed for divorce. I saw my wife turn into a blood-sucking member of the undead, right before my eyes.
We have been divorced many years, yet she still phones me to ask for money.
Oh yes, vampires.
Barry O’Farrell had a 950-word sci-fi story published in the December issue of Cyclamens & Swords.
“I vant to suck your blood!”
“I’ll report you.”
“…Vut? Vut are you meanink?”
“I mean I’ll call the cops. Actually no, I’ll call a magazine and give them the scoop, first. You’re famous, right? I’ll get big bucks and your career will be over.”
“…And zey call ME bloodthirsty.”
Tim Sevenhuysen is the editor of FiftyWordStories.com.