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If you are familiar with the Haight Ashbury District of San Francisco, locals will tell you that — like the Ministry song — every day is Halloween. While the area is known for its street kids, old hippies, the homeless, punks, drunks, and junkies — along with the unique shops and relatively inexpensive eateries — it also caters to and shields those secretive denizens of the night. One never knows who one will run into…

By the time Daniel and I were finished with our shopping, it was dark. We had already tore into a bag of Snickers, joking on how that would be the one candy that would not be handed out. We happily gobbled up the chocolate while we discussed the merits of a scary jack-o-lantern versus one that resembled Hello Kitty. As we walked along, the street kids and the homeless began to accumulate on the corners, blocking the sidewalks and generally being obnoxious. …


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“Bright red lightning bolts in the night sky during a storm near St. Paul's School” by Derek Thomson on Unsplash

As the wagon picked up speed, the conflagration transformed the sparse landscape into a fiery, nightmarish vision of Hell. Carlota was hysterical.

“He cannot die! Only God can take his life!” she screamed. “Let me out! Let me out!”

Wrapping his arms and legs around Carlota, Padre Benítez used all of his strength to subdue her. Sobbing, the Galician couple huddled together, with the wife burying her face in her husband’s chest. Señora Ana stared out from the torn window frame, immobile.

Lightning struck all around, followed by claps of thunder… and the deep blaring drone of the horn.

The passenger wagon sped along, and was almost knocked over on its side by a strong gust of wind. It came to a complete stop, as the frightened driver tried to regain control of the terrified horses. To the horror of everyone inside, a gigantic dark red wing brushed against one side of the wagon, before disappearing from view. …


Uh-oh…

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Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash

Jake woke up in the alley, feeling as if he had been hit by a Mack truck. Rising slowly from the damp ground, he propped himself upright against a nearby dumpster.

For a moment, he sat staring at the bloody knuckles of his right hand. Disoriented, he shook his head in an attempt to clear the fog from his brain.

“What the fuck,” he grumbled hoarsely, as bits of his memory returned. “That fuckin’ punk bit me.”

With his uninjured left hand, Jake swiped his fingers across his throat. Touching smooth skin free of injuries, he then looked down at his heavily blood-stained shirt in the pale early morning light, and frowned. …


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“Macro shot of a chain link.” by Kaley Dykstra on Unsplash

Asmodeus developed a fondness for Salaxaureus that went beyond owning the demon as a sex slave and pet. He became obsessed with Salaxaureus, and often did things in the effort to please him.

The best food and wine. Gold and jewels, including a bejeweled dagger of the ancient Sasanian Empire, which Salaxaureus had no real use for. And silk. …


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“A person's clenched fist with an engraved ring with the phrase "I am badass"” by Brooke Lark on Unsplash

Once, a man hit me; he struck me across the face. My nose bled, as well as my upper lip, which was punctured by my own teeth from the force of that slap.
I was in my early twenties when the incident happened. Afterwards, I swore that no man would ever hit me again…and I had my revenge.

Fifteen years later, I was in a local grocery store. While trying to figure out which laundry soap to buy, I saw him. Our eyes met, and he genuinely seemed terrified. His abrupt turn down the next aisle made me chuckle. He was still in a wheelchair.


Reviews that cause the gnashing of teeth.

Review: An account intended as a critical evaluation of a text or a piece of work.*

As a writer — and more importantly, as a reader — reading reviews helps in my decision on whether to read a book or not. With many of the ‘reviews’ that I see, I truly wonder if the ‘reviewers’ are capable of giving an informed opinion at all.

There are a few review ‘types’ that I absolutely hate. …


*Based on actual events.

I might have turned out to be quite a successful psychopath.

I’ve noticed that over the years, I could have manipulated my way to riches while shredding minds and crushing hearts, if I so chose.

But, as I’m not generally the type to commit such cruelties, I can only ask…What if? The opportunities sure do present themselves on a frequent basis.

Of no conscious desire or fault of my own, I am a chameleon. Whether I come across as a wide-eyed lost soul, an aloof ice princess, or a bookish librarian, someone is going to be taken in by my charm. …

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MFHopkins

Drawing, reading, and writing paranormal romance and horror. https://mfhopkinsauthor.com Medium member since 2018.

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