Flash Fiction Month 2010: 8Secret HistoriesWhite House, Washington D.C., United States 1862"So tell me, Gentlemen, what does this have to do with these United States, then?" PresidentAbraham Lincoln didn't look up from the papers he had been reading. "Well, the vampyres seem to be siding with the Rebellion, sir. That might swing some influence to them not seen before, or worse, some of the Vampyre might be driven to break the Veil." Professor Christopher Webb kept his eyes locked downward. The thin man shook nervously. He looked like a stork choking on a fish."Vampyre. Never heard of them, Professor. So far you've been speaking in rhymes and riddles. Tell me why-"The man next to Webb interrupted the President. Unlike Professor Webb, this man stood tall and solid. He wore a thick, dark beard over his fashionable, brown suit. A small pin with a crescent was pinned in his suit."You'
Flash Fiction Month 2010: 7Secret HistoriesLondon, England, 1879My hand twitched. Waking up this time hurt. It hurt a great deal. "Damn, she must've bit me." I tried to stand. My legs wobbled. It took a bit of effort to open my eyes as well. They stung at the bright light of wherever I was."Indeed, she must have." I didn't recognize that voice. A feminine voice, but not the same as the green-haired woman who had bit me."A gentleman gets into London and gets bit for his troubles, what is the world coming to? Now if you pardon me-"I tried walking away. I felt a bit of wall. My vision was still blurry. I could make out shapes of browns and yellows. A white blur moved toward me."Sir, please, rest a minute. Don't rush yourself. The venom isn't completely out of your system yet.""I- I'm fine. Now, I must go, I'm certain
Flash Fiction Month 2010: 6Secret HistoriesSomme River, France 1918 CE"Its so cold." The young private kept bleeding out. "Tommy, somebody's comin'. Just hold on." Sargeant Strigor held his right hand tight. "You'll get outta this alive...""Sarge... I... It hurts Sarge.""I know Tommy, I know. This battle is it, Tommy. You did good. We'll get you back to Emma. Just hold on.""Sarge... I gotta know. How?""How what Tommy?" Strigor looked away, his eyes narrowing."How is it you only show up at night, sarge? We've fought together for three months now... and you never appear during the day.""Timin' Tommy, just timing. Rest, Tommy, the Medic is coming-""And how come you never die?"Strigor looked down at Tommy. If the undead man could cry, that moment would've been it.
Flash Fiction Month 2010: 5Secret HistoriesThe Raven's Temple, Montana Territory, 1864"Yee-haw!" Colonel McNally's joyous scream echoed over the Temple. The whole of the mountain heard him cheer. Each foe on the field could see his smile. Each foe that fell to him could see his chuckle. Scars crisscrossed his face, and the Colonel's bright red hair stood out in the tide of the battle. "C'mon boys, don'tcha like a fight? Blood to blood, pain to pain! 'Tis merry to bleed, to face the horror of war!"The dozens of men in dirty and muddy uniforms continued on. Their minds had been broken, they were insane, controlled only by the spell of McNally's foe. That Oneiramancer, Old Man Calhoun, drove them forward. Calhoun wanted the Raven's Temple. One of the Hidden Places, the Raven's Temple served as a resting place for one of those called 'Powers'. "The God