KIRK B FORSETH II

  Eric Cafferty was born at the end of May 1974 to Deanna and Eric. According to them, he was wanted; however, the way they acted towards him made it clear he wasn’t. While the pictures of his humble beginnings showed a happy child, his memories began when he was four years old. Sounds remarkable, but his earliest memory deals with him in Florida with his maternal grandmother and his Uncle Lewis. They were feeding ducks; however, Eric went to feed the baby ducks. The mature ducks took it that the child was attacking their offspring, and they flocked upon him. He remembered the feeding of the duckies and then the attack. The bills were flying on him, pecking away angrily. He also remembered the laughter as Lewis found the humor in it all. This wasn’t done out of cruelty or malice; he just happened to come from a long line of sarcastic smart asses. This must have come from the paternal grandfather’s side, as his grandmother, Thelma, wasn’t at all, nor was his eldest uncle, Jason. Lew...

She sings to me from an outstretched arm Can’t help being seduced by her charm Don’t know why she converses with me I love her tone indefinitely She fills my heart with complete desire While it’s burning like napalm fire Like a diamond in a piece of coal The hypnotic sound engulfs my soul Something out of a wonderful dream Just like lying on clouds of whipped cream I’m basking in a sunlight cascade As festive as a Christmas parade Waiting for the treasure to begin The gentle sounds of the violin

 This week's Character Corner features Temur Beg. He is the Mongolian warrior who raids and pillages the village where Draco Lavanov's family lived. Killing the Lavanovs, he is the catalyst that led Draco down the path that made him a vampire—tracking this brutal killer down and killing him in the darkness.

  The grand ballroom is completely filled to the brink Each and every one of the them I would surely drink Their white painted faces make them look like cheap whores Eventually, they’ll all wash up onto the shores They all bow and curtsy with such a grand splendor That will end when I start my evil endeavor Biding time up in the rafter’s shadowy gloom Not one of them aware of the impending doom The corruption consumes every part of their soul Their kindness is as false as their painted-on mole For the chosen one, I will extinguish their fun My gullet will be satisfied when all is done

  Here I sit, pondering whether the spirit of Christmas has gone Absent is it from the commercial displays on our front lawn The time has come for the ChEaster’s to act holier than thou Then on Christmas Day, they will stuff themselves full like an old sow It’s been a long time since charity has been replaced with greed We’re now like Scrooge refusing to give to the children in need There once was a time when people's faces were filled with joy Now we have the ravenous beings fighting over a toy Where are the vendors on the corner selling roasted chestnuts Instead, we have big corporations handing out huge pay cuts Whatever happened to the carolers and the songs they’d sing To the warmth and happiness their songs in unison would bring No longer are the red stockings hung by the chimney with care If the toys the kids wanted are not there, their anger will flare The tune of “give me, give me, give me” has replaced peace on earth We’ve forgotten it's ...

 This week's Character Corner features Sophia Chambers. She is the English representative of the Vampire Council. She is the vampiric maker and wife of Patrick "Paddy" O'Malley. After his death, she is torn between her blind loyalty to Callabah and the Vampire Council and her friendship with Draco Lavanov. 

 This week's Character Corner, meet the Lycanthrope Alpha of the Northside of Glen Cove, Simon Phelps. One of the Seven Alpha, he is the one who runs the railroads and heroin distribution. It was he who ordered that, due to a faulty batch, Chucky Vance be evicted from his home and his bank accounts be frozen. This was the catalyst for the New Era.

  No one said I was wrongfully accused The justice system corrupt and abused The righteous celebrate my dark demise I became the one that they could chastise Here I swing with the noose around my neck Waiting for the reaper to cash the check   The blood vessels are bursting in my eyes I can still hear my future widow’s cries Feeling the blood rushing into my face My pounding heart is picking up the pace Piss running down my leg, crap down my rear My death is bringing nothing but cheer   Begin to lose feeling in my toes That is the very least of all my woes I prayed to God for my neck to have broke But instead, I hang here and slowly choke Trying to free my hands from the tight ropes Thinking of the jurors, all of them dopes   And now my eyes roll back into my head I know pretty soon that I will be dead Pain so intense I wait for death’s embrace To be laid in a box covered in lace Finally, the chimes of the death bell ...

                                                                                                                                            Happy Howls Day             It had been a hectic year for Michael, whose name is pronounced Michelle, and Barbara Durments.  They were finally on their way to the perfect cabin for their week-long Christmas holiday. They were going with their four good friends, Tim, Rasheed, Louise, and Lee. It had taken them three long years to make the trip up to Eagle’s Lake. The best part of the location was that there was no cell phone service. And to say ...