Vampire’s Kiss

Vampire’s Kiss poem by Iris Carden Awaking from a fevered dream, a memory of mesmerising eyes, a voice, low and strong fading into the night. Lethargy. Overwhelming fatigue. Two small wounds on pale skin, so much paler than before. Blood smear on the pillow. Confusion. A sense of dread desire for something unknown. A window…… Continue reading Vampire’s Kiss

New Year’s Eve

New Year’s Eve short story by Iris Carden There’s a story that traces the vampire heritage back to Judas Iscariot. The story goes that after Judas betrayed Jesus, he attempted suicide, but God wouldn’t give him the mercy of death and turned him into the first vampire. I don’t believe that’s true. I couldn’t imagine…… Continue reading New Year’s Eve

The Golden Orb

The Golden Orb Short story by Iris Carden Every generation of the family had a Zelda. She was always single, childless, stonking rich, and mad as a hatter. That’s how the story went. This Zelda couldn’t care either way about the “single, childless” bit of the family story, but she suspected that might change if…… Continue reading The Golden Orb

The Story Carrier

The Story Carrier Short story by Iris Carden My biggest mistake ever was not listening to my grandmother. She didn’t read, at all. She refused to allow books in her house. I couldn’t understand it. I always loved reading. Right from my first fairytale stories as a little child, I was always reading. I would…… Continue reading The Story Carrier

Blood

Blood Short story by Iris Carden It was the third body in three days. All were exsanguinated, all with their throats ripped out, but minimal blood at the scene. I looked at the Head of Security, Stockton. She shook her head. No. They’d found nothing to say who or what was doing it. “If I…… Continue reading Blood