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{27 September 2010}   Day 9 #write365

Day 9 #write365
09Sep2010

“Holy hell! What is that stench?!” It was all Ronni could do to continue into the car.

When there was no immediate answer, she took a closer look at Melanie, the driver, who was staring unwaveringly forward. “What on earth is that? Are you wearing a necklace made of onions? What- why-,” Ronni took a deep breath, immediately regretting it. Lowering and calming her voice, she continued, “Mel, sweetie, why are you wearing an onion necklace?”

Slowly, with tears in her eyes, Mel turned to her, “I couldn’t find any garlic…” Her voice trailed off.

“Oh, honey, that’s just an old wives tale. Nothing can keep me away from you.” With a flash of fangs, Ronni moved in.

~fin~

Robin Michelle

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{1 September 2010}   Write 365 ~ Day One

In an attempt to increase my writing and other creative endeavors, I am trying to do a Write 365 project. Each day I will write a small story, most likely fiction & post it here.

To get started, I used a random word generator and got button, vampire & chisel. Following is the short story I came up with.

Day 1 01Sep2010

“Buttons… Where the hell have all my buttons gone? I swear just last week I had a full box….” Selene’s voice trailed off as she continued to dig through the drawer.

“Hmmm… What? Did you say something, sweetheart?” Rafe barely paused his sculpting as he changed chisels.

Selene knew he hadn’t really heard her, but had just noted the sound of her voice. Pointing to the pile of mending by her chair, she answered him.

“Yes, I did. I have all these shirts that need new buttons and I thought I still had a full box… I must’ve used them all in last weeks mending… Guess it’ll have to wait ’til tomorrow.”

“Buttons? Why do so many shirts need new buttons?” The glint in Rafe’s eyes and the quirk of his lips barely hiding his emerging fangs were evidence that he knew full well why Selene always had an overflowing mending basket.

“Well,” Selene approached him, lowering her voice to a sultry purr, “there’s this big strong incredibly sexy vampire I know •very• well who takes great pleasure not only in ripping my blouses off, but in having me rip off his shirts.”

Selene had reached Rafe, gliding her palms up his chest, grazing his hardened nipples and causing a quick intake of breath, to the collar of his shirt. She gripped and pulled. “Just. Like. This.”

Buttons flew across the room. But they were too involved with each other to pay any attention.

~Fin~

Robin Michelle



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