I told you, I’m not a goth.

When you meet someone, and they put you in a box….πŸ˜‘πŸ˜’ An Undead Christmas Carol. J R Manawa. I told you, I’m not a goth…. … β€œI’m not a Goth!” Nadine had snapped at him, only a few minutes into their casual conversation on the dance floor. “You all say that.” Caleb laughed. She grinned….

A tick in all the boxes

Chapter three of our tale, in which we deal with the “meet cute”, except it wasn’t that cute….. An Undead Christmas Carol. J R Manawa. A tick in all the boxes. … After the birthday boy had been laid to rest in his perfect white coffin with the silver handles and dark blue satin interior,…

Brothers in life, brothers in death

Because every good vampire has a shadow-filled past, and an undead companion, whom they must both hate and love. Life after death is complex. An Undead Christmas Carol. J R Manawa. Brothers in life, brothers in death. … β€œDid you hear me when I suggested that you ought to go after her?” Levi asked again….

An Undead Christmas Carol

Hey London! I’m back! What a headlong collision into Christmas madness, and snow!!!! Apologies in advance, for two reasons. One, December is going to be a cascade of posts and liveliness. Videos, travel blogs and stories. And it’s been far too long since I annoyed the hell out of all of you with a regular…