Drugged (an acrostic poem)

Didn’t know I was so addicted

Reality breaks without you

Until I am huddled in my bed shivering from withdrawal

Give me another hit

Get my engine running again

End this horrible feeling I have in my soul

Don’t ever leave me again, sweety

 

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Betrayal (a 100 word story)

Liza’s screams never traveled farther than the lid of her coffin.  She pounded on the top again until her bruised flesh gave away to the bones underneath her knuckles.  How could she have trusted him?  He had seemed so nice.  She brought him back to her house for a bite, but that’s when it got fuzzy.  He must have somehow drugged her.  She could barely remember his rants about his brother and what she had done as he beat her with a silver cross.  It didn’t matter, she was a vampire and she had eternity to dig her way out.