WRITERS WRITE... WRITING PARTNERS FEUD ~ Mischief Night - Halloween
A: (Ang stood in full custom as she entertained, acting out with exaggerated facial expressions, arms waving, adding a tap dance despite the rug beneath her tap shoes and the fact she never had a single tap dance lesson... yes... her form jiggles... wiggles... and giggles with joy-filled zeal)
It was late Halloween and three young vampires went into a club and walked up to the bar.
“What will you have?” the cool looking bartender asked.
“I’ll have a full glass of warm blood,” the first replied.
“I’ll have a full glass of warm blood, too, thanks,” said the second.
“I’ll have a full glass of warm plasma,” said the third.
“OK, let me get this straight,” the bartender said, “That’ll be two bloods and a blood light?”
Z: (Just stares at her... dumbfounded... speechless!)
A: Ang bounds to her left... then to her right, grabs a baton out of the corner and sort of twirls it. She thinks herself in complete vaudeville mode, tosses the baton, it nearly misses her head but she keep at it)
A giant vampire bat came flapping in from the night covered in fresh red blood and parked himself on the roof of the cave to get a good night's sleep.
Pretty soon all the other vampire bats smelled the sweet blood that covered the giant vampire bat and began hassling him about where he got it.
He told them to go away and let him get some sleep but they persisted until finally he gave in.
“OK, follow me,” he said and flew out of the cave with thousands of flying vampire bats behind him.
Down through the valley they went, across a river and into a forest full of trees.
Finally he slowed down and all the other vampire bats excitedly milled around him.
“Now, do you see that tree over there?” he asked.
“Yes, Yes, Yes!” the vampire bats all screamed in a frenzy.
“Good” said the giant vampire bat, “Because I sure as hell didn’t!”
Z: (Zi is astonished by her choice of costume and does not hear any parts of her story)
A: (Her dance changes to her rendition of ballet, pirouetting and twirling) Where does a ghost go if they want to swim?
Z: (Silence follows as his eyes parrots every movement she makes)
Z: (Zi provides no audible reaction)
A: The Dead Sea! (She screams it out, arms up in the air as if just making a touchdown)
A: (An epiphany slashes her like ice water from a bucket. She stills and mutters) I will never tell him stories again, while dressed as Elvira. This top barely holds the girls in.
BOOK NOOKIE BY VIXEN BRIGHT AND ZACHARY ZANE EXCERPT
“Have you found a job?” he asked.
“No. I am considering options.”
“Why did the wizard wear red braces?”
“Why?” She looked at him wondering.
“To keep his knickers up.” He smiled as if a sheepish boy, bounced his eyebrows, and squeezed her hand playfully.
Indeed she needed to kiss him, being stirred by the coltishness. In Kati’s vision, she erected an alcove, one cut off from the main flow of traders, vendors, and pedestrians. Her mysterious nameless man led her
there, and she didn’t prevent him. Of course, she would never allow this in reality, but this was her musings, and she intended to surrender to all sorts of possibilities. Might he drag her by the hair as would a otherworld primitive? She liked that idea. Would he commander her to strip? Willingly she would
concede. Would he ask or take? Of course he’d take.
“What did the conjurer say at the end of long tiring day?”
“I going gnome.”
So puckish she wanted more of him.
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