“I’m Vampire hunter proof.”

“Prove it,” she said.

Being four hundred years old was never enough to impress any woman, especially human ones. Some things never change.

He shattered a sharp wooden stake against his heart tearing a hole in his shirt.

“What about garlic?” she was testing now.

He snatched down a head of garlic hanging outside a shop and took a bite swallowing it down with ease.

“Spicy,” he snickered.

She pulled him in for a kiss. One of the silver balls on her tongue stud came off and slid down his throat.

Burning now. From the inside.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Kent Bonham

PHOTO PROMPT – © Kent Bonham

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June 26th, 2015

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Hey boys, how ’bout y’all makin’ yer Ma some wind chimes?”

The group of boys sprinted off around the property to search for materials. Ages six to seventeen they were nearly a full baseball roster.

Many of the local folks wondered how it was possible for there to be eight boys in a row with no girls.

Some say Ma dabbled in the dark arts. Others, thought she was a luck charm and would travel from far away to have her bless their bulging bellies for a boy.

That night Ma walked around the porch admiring the children’s fine work.

Two sets of chimes were made of rusty tractor parts. Four sets were made of sticks and cones. One set was made of old bones and feathers. One set was made empty soup cans.

The ninth set, a set of upside down daisies, silently swished in the cool night air.

Ma shot a rage filled glare toward the loft of the old barn as she ripped the flowers down, grinding them to bits under her bare feet.

A tiny set of eyes darted from view, followed by the faintest glint of long blonde hair.

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

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June 23rd, 2015

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“I’m going to kill you Tommy!”

“Rose, I’m ten and you are only five. Plus, I’ll tell Mom.”

They both stood as Titans squaring off at the side of the families’ old white paint chipped house.

Each child controlled a massive blood thirsty creature eight times their size ready to eviscerate the other.

Tommy struck first willing his beast to attack. Massive jaws opened and closed snapping at the throat of Rose’s monster.

“You’re hurting her!” Rose forced her monster’s great claws low to swipe at Tommy’s monster’s legs.

The creature stumbled and began to bleed. Rose’s smile was quickly thwarted as she saw the bloodlust in her brother’s eyes.

“Kids! Dinners ready. Get in here before it gets too dark,” Mom’s voice shouted.

“You’re lucky,” Tommy sneered.

“Whatever, let’s go.”

The two children trotted around to the porch. Their monsters bounced behind them as affixed doppelgangers before vanishing into nothing.

The long shadow battle would resume tomorrow at sunset.

The sun setting behind buildings

The sun setting behind buildings

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June 22nd, 2015

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A young Master had a cat that he treated badly.

He was also a penny pinching miser and would turn the electricity to the house off at night.

It was during these times the cat wiggled into the crawl space above the ceiling.

Night after night the calico tabby gnawed at the fixtures, fasteners and electrical wire.

The cat knew his revenge would be his last act but the world would be a better place.

One day the Master threw a party and stood under a light for a long time giving a speech.

Sizzle, pop, thunk and gasp. Peace.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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June 19th, 2015

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At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it.

The daily log would report it as another random piece of space debris on Mars.

“Curiosity Rover, you are go to pick up the object,” a voice squawked through a young engineer’s earpiece as nervous hands extended 140 million miles to pick up the sphere.

“Bring it close to the camera son.”

The team looked stunned through the cracked marble now larger than life on the mission control wall of monitors.

“Is that earth spinning inside?”

The young engineer looked up at the screen and flinched slightly putting pressure on the small glass orb.

It shattered.

Alarms sounded. Life support systems began to switch online. The air breathed cleaner as oxygen was pumped in. The Defcon level shot straight up to that of a full scale nuclear assault.

Only those underground would survive. Those enjoying their last sunrise were boiled alive instantly and those lucky enough to be asleep froze to death in moments.

Earth’s atmosphere was gone.

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

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June 19th, 2015

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