Hey my lovelies. I've decided to downgrade my site to the 'free' version without a domain name. I could no longer justify the three hundred quid a year. It'll still be me, I'm just 'basic' these days. And the domain name is the above doobrey if you need to update your bookmarks (https://samanthadeeweb.wordpress.com/) Love, Sam
I am super happy and proud to announce my first fantasy fiction: a short story entitled 'Oliver of the Silver Hand'
I know I'm going to find a great alien nest of arachnids pulsing over a big slimy hairy spider egg.
My debut book, 'My Big Fat...Fat' - is out now on Amazon and soon on other reputable book stores. Author Interview The book explores how being overweight (with constant dieting) has affected me personally. It contains funny stories, tools, tips and advice to keep you company - whatever "diet" you're on. One of the... Continue Reading →
On impulse Leila had scooped up some of the lichen into a container to take home. She would re-pot it in London and keep it in her window box as a memento of the tour. It would remind her of the glorious scenery she had enjoyed, the snow-capped Carpathians stretching into the horizon instead of the number twelve bus passing under her window. The coach jolted her out of her reverie; Francis was holding forth again.
“Count Dracula. We meet again.” “I need a job, Doc. I’m so desperate I could…” “I vant to suck your blood! Ha, ha.”
Robin finished sewing the eyelift and then turned to put her tools away. Her arms from wrist to elbow were covered in black goo—the old blood that ran through the ancient woman’s veins—but it wasn’t as if the Madrina minded the loss of fluids.
“Will you for the love of God please turn down that God-awful music!” Wolverhampton, the tenant in the next flat, shouted, banging on the radiator pipes.
The glass doors slid open as he approached, welcoming him to his new night-time home. The customer greeter nodded as he passed by, most likely laughing inwardly at the new guy.
Okay, people. Here we go. Let’s do it by the numbers and get it right. Don’t forget, this is going out live, and any mistakes certainly will be seen. Camera one, focus on Slippery Dick. Adjust that white balance; get that tooth glare down.
The vampire dragged itself to the foot of the bed, struggling to raise itself on faltering wingtips. A frail figure lay almost hidden beneath the tangled grey bedclothes.
“You actually tried to create a vampire. That’s got to be one of the single stupidest things I’ve ever heard."
Sure, too much sun makes me itch and blood sausage tastes superb after midnight, but compared to my distant vampire heritage, Aunt Daisy had to cope with far worse.
At the moment of eye contact, the fear that the stranger at the bar will ramble on his tired anecdotes is a certainty. The old man raises his beer to you with a tan, weathered hand, the sign of a man who still enjoys working outside. His cheerful jabber starts just as another blood-warm Florida evening commences. The sun masterfully flourishes a multi-coloured dusk and then slyly winks goodnight, the gesture of a con-man who may never return.
Grab A vampire story by Sheri Morton Stanley - Featured in Fangers Inc. Volume One The easiest grab, ever. That’s what Andre was thinking as he rounded the corner with Marvin and Del. Big old house, windows always open, even in the wintertime - didn’t ever look like anybody was home. If you leaned all... Continue Reading →
A seagull lazily bobbed just far enough out to enjoy the swell but not be carried to the shore. It was content to just submit to the rhythm of the sea. A couple flew overhead to join a small gaggle on the shore further up at their morning commune.