The short life of Starlet Fey

My name is Starlet Fey, and I was born on the 14th of February, 1921. I was nineteen at the time, kind of cute – if a little chubby. But I could sing, and London loved me. My lineage was forgettable, and my family on the edges of middle class, though I had my Irish…

The red regret. A vampire drabble.

As occasionally happens with the curious creatures of the night that I meet along the road, they do sometimes return. Surprisingly, Rihan wasn’t gone for very long at all. Only a breath, only a moment, and she returned in a flicker of light and shadow with another small chapter to her life, a glimpse into her mind…

The red rain. A vampire drabble.

It’s Friday!!! Yes! Okay, and a little gift for you, just a little one, 100 words of drabble to tease your senses. Literally, a bite sized tale. I hope you enjoy it. The red rain. J R Manawa. In the crowd, Rihan stood. She raised her hands in darkness to the ceiling and closed her…

Does anyone remember George?

Well, do you? I know I remember him. I’ve been wanting to get a new story out for a while now, but since the competition excitement and book drama took up so much of my time over the last few weeks (If you missed it, you can follow/ catch up here), it’s only now I’ve had the ability…

The Festival. Night three. Face the monster.

Rather amusingly, something went wrong here and this episode didn’t publish at the beginning of the week when I thought it did! And I wondered why everyone was telling me they couldn’t wait to ready it…! Oops. Social fail. Well, if you do pop by here, I hope you enjoy the read! Love and darkness,…