skinblade

November is a story about a love spell gone terribly wrong.

I tried to imagine my life not collapsing in on me.

She was looking down at the ground, at her feet. November winds were whipping her black, silk hair behind her. Her smooth skin was beginning to perspire from nervousness. She had long fingers, a nice tuft of skin on her elbows, which I loved to chew on occasionally. She was perfect. She was everything to me, but now she wanted to be nothing but a memory.

“I don’t understand,” I let out finally. “Valerie, why?”

Valerie looked up at me with cold brown eyes. Her mouth pursed a little as if she was going to say something, but the bell rang. She was late; we were both late for our next class. She broke away suddenly and I just stood there, empty, as she walked away.
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There are many kinds of vampires in the world.

Steps flow down in a winding motion.

Charlie stumbles down the iron staircase with a pistol tucked into the back of his pants. He tugs on his back pack to tightly secure it on his back. The heavy bag and his dirty blonde hair bounce up and down in unison as he runs into the kitchen. He opens the refrigerator door and grabs a can of soda.

“And where are you going?” his mother says from the kitchen sink. The water coming out of the tap is steaming hot. Her eyes are red; her cheeks are puffy and flushed. She’s been crying again.

“Out… with Lucy and Jim. I’ll be back before eight, ma, promise.”

There is a slight moment of silence. “OK… as long as you have all of your homework done,” she says sniffling.

He opens the can of soda and takes a long chug from it.

“Ma.”

“Yes, Charlie.”

“You OK?”
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