Tales From The Script's Stories

To Trust a Vampire (Vampire Challenge)

2007-12-17T19:53:42Z

Handsing quickly turned away.“I have come alone. I trust you to be a man of honor, although I use the word man loosely. Your being a direct descendent of the Count Dracula; your honor has meaning, does it not”? “It does, Sir” looking on curiously, “go on”. “I purpose you fight me, like a mortal man. If you win I will die but if I win you will give yourself over to be consumed by flame”. “Interesting” the Count drew his sword as the Baron did his. The blades clanked repeatedly as they danced around the room. “Your daughter sends her love” the Count said distracting the Baron momentarily. “My daughter is dead” Baron said huffing. The Baron backed him against the wall, one last clank and he pounced forward stabbing him directly in his heart. The count slide down the wall he looked at the Baron confused. The Baron smiled as he placed his foot on his chest. “This is no ordinary sword; steal inset with wooden slivers blessed by the Pope himself, did you really think I would trust you”.

Work of a Vampire (Vampire Challenge)

2007-12-17T19:01:18Z

The doctor waited praying for his daughter to return home.The following day the doctor reported it to the authorities. Making his daughter the third young woman missing from the small village.
He also sent for his long time friend Baron Vaugh Handsing. His daughter too went missing the month before. They discussed and compared and determined this to be the work of a vampire.
“I trust you’ve come prepared Baron”? “Indeed I have Doctor” admiring the newly constructed blade.
The sun would be setting soon, the doctor wish the Baron luck and bid him farewell. Handsing arrived at the Counts castle just before sunset. The buttler escorted him to the study. He made himself comfortable in front of the fireplace, took a sip of the Counts finest brandy.The Count slide silently into the room “well… I’ve been expecting you Baron” .
“Then you know that I am here to kill you …Count” he stood.
“Kill.. me, and you have come alone” the count said gliding in front of Handsing trying to look him in the eye.

Boy and the Box

2007-12-15T17:24:37Z

Little Luke looked he waited and watched.
I wander what could be in the biggest blue box?
It rocked and rolled and rumbled inside.
It wiggled it whined he could barely believe.
What was in this big blue box that’s under our tree.
Little Luke laughed and then told a large lie.
His mother she asked, she demanded a reply.
Little Luke did you tamper or touch that blue box?
Little Luke twisted he turned and told her quite clear
No mommy I didn’t, I didn’t go nowhere near.
She smiled and reached roughly rubbing his head.
Open the big blue box his mom softly said.
Little Luke ran and ripped off the red bow.
A little pound puppy promptly pounced from the big box.
It lunged at Little Luke licking, laughing he said I love it a lot.
I will name this fine fellow, Fantastic Fred.
Little Luke tucked tight and Fantastic Fred cuddled and curled at his feet, waiting for Santa they both fell fast asleep.
Santa slipped an slid down the chimney that night leaving tons of toys for Little Lukes dizzy delight.

Lucus Dunn 's Childhood

2007-11-12T01:21:57Z

Lucus was their only child, a late in life baby.
Doris in her mid forties had a complicated pregnancy and almost died giving birth.
The cord wound around his neck came close to killing him too.
The trauma of almost losing him set the stage for the need to protect and control him.
When he started to walk she was behind him every step.
Then came the nagging everyday thing’s; did you wash, did you brush, no tv, finish your supper; she never let up.
Things elevated dictating his school life from kindergarten to high school; no sports, no dating, groundings for low grades.
Movies had to be screened before he could watch them, no sleep overs at friends homes.
The car was to drive his mom to do her errands.
So he’d retreat to his room to study, he tried to meet their demans. Nothing ever satisfied them.
He couldn’t face the fact he just wasn’t good enough.
Anger and resentment turned to pure hatred when
they made the decision he was to be a lawyer.
They purchased him a computer for his studies.

No One Goes Out Alone

2007-11-01T20:16:35Z

Shot’s rang out behind me one then two, the mutated creature’s backed away grumbbling, eye’s glaring.

I was shaking, my brother took my arm and pulled me up.

What do you think your doing comimg out here alone
Jake said pissed?

The baby needed, he cut me off.

I don’t care you should have waited on us to get back from hunting, Jake shouted, hoisting me over his shoulder.
We godda get you to the house and bandaged,
your losing a lot of blood.

Dad still got fever Sam asked?
Yeah…; “hey…I’m a little dizzy” ; “then all went black”.

Mamma get the first aid kit,
Jake shouted; as he lay Jim on the table.
Jim, she cried; “then froze for a second”.
Mom, Jake snapped.
“She ran to the back to get the kit”.

I’ll go check on dad… then I’ll go to the well Sam said.

“Jake stared at Jim’s leg”, “no…no one goes out alone” .

Another Tale Told 5

2007-10-16T16:32:26Z

He dangled from the rafters kicking, swinging back and forth; the man in the hood came for her.
Debra dropped the lantern kerosene splattered,
fire spread across the rotting rug and up the tattered curtains trapping her inside the room.
“Debra” Jim yelled as he topped the staircase dropping the bottle of wine.
She spun around, the room was empty the flames surrounded her,
she panicked and ran into the fire.
Powerless, Jim watched her parish in the flames.
Over come with guilt and grief he waited for the smoke and flames, Jim took his last breath.
The mansion still sits on the cliff just on the other side of the woods.

My First Time

2007-10-16T16:02:55Z

I stepped out on stage the lights were bright and hot.
I started sweating almost immediately.
Maybe it was nerves being my first time,
but the heat was like noon in the desert.
The audience didn’t make a sound.
I confidently spit out half of my set I was clearly bombing.
I knew this was my only chance to prove myself to my family.
I could be somebody in the comedy world.
” I took a drink and wiped my face.”
I had to step it up.
A third of the set I heard a few chuckles,
but not the laughter it was going to take to make it in the biz.
I told the last joke of my set, staring out into the crowd ;
I was finished for sure.
When laughter came from the back of the room.
“A deep voice laughed like I was the funniest thing since Chris Rock”.
I looked around standing in the doorway it was my dad.

Jane Doe *

2007-10-09T18:31:39Z

Dry desert air blows sand across the hot pavement.
It’s 9:00 am and has to be105 already.
“What you got officer” ?
Woman just off the side of the road he said nodding.
Davis kneeled beside her body, look’s like she’s been here a while?
What, a week you think Kelly asked, body dump? “Looks like it”. “Skin’s brunt and dried out” , he said brushing the sand away from her face.
A week in this heat were lucky to have anything left of her, he said lifting her head, “look’s like blunt force trauma”.
“Kelly collect what evidence you can find and get it back to the lab.”
Noticing a piece of cloth,caught on a catus, he bagged it for processing.
“Officer”, Davis asked ” the guy on the motorcycle” ?
He found the body, sir.
Davis looked over at him “you question him” ?
Yes sir, he’s just passing through.
“Turn him loose but tell him to hang around”.

6 picture’s lined the board in Davis’s office.
6 similar women, found in the same area.
Possible victim’s of the same executioner.

Another Tale Told 4

2007-10-05T21:31:44Z

His knees weekened and his hands trembled as he lifted the lid.
The scream that woke her was inhuman she reached for Jim he was gone.
“Jim” she called her eye’s swept the dark corners of the room.
Blood drops lead her up the twisted cobweb covered staircase holding on tight to the banister with one hand and the lantern in the other each step creaking; it’s own painful cry.
She reached the first floor; light flickered under the door at the end of the hall.
She bravely crept to the door opening it just enough to see inside.
He was standing on a chair, hands tied behind his back, hood covered his head, noose tight around his neck.
A little girl in ringlets holding a doll prayed beside him.
Debra pushed the door open a man in a hood stood on the other side.
She screamed “Jim” and stepped into the room; the hooded man took his foot and kicked the chair out from under him. The little girl dropped her doll, screamed daddy and started to cry uncontrollably.

Another Tale Told 3

2007-10-04T21:00:38Z

Howling started once the full moon reached the treetops.
Doors creaked and slammed as the wind whipped through the old house.
Rats chattered running from room to room.
She fell asleep in Jim’s arms.
Jim waited until Debra was sleeping soundly he slipped his arm out from under her head took a lantern and went hunting.
He found himself in the kitrchen he checked the doors and choose the wine cellar.
“If I’m lucky there will still be a bottle or two” .
He carefully descended the the rotting wooden steps leading down into the cold dark musty room.
The rats dark beady eye’s watched his every step.
Rack after empty rack, finally finding one bottle on the last rack he made the corner then stepped back,
he held the lantern out ahead of him,
he couldn’t believe it but it was a coffin, old shiny black.
Half his mind said run the other said check.
He stood there and stared, then one foot stepped closer,
just in case he looked for something to use as a stake.

Another Tale Told 2

2007-10-04T20:29:21Z

“Can you feel it” she asked?
She reached out and ran her hand across the rusted doorknocker; the door hanging on by one hinge she pushed it open.
It was dark inside with little light shining through cracks of the lower boarded up windows.
She lit a candle from her knapsack.
The floorboards moaned and the candle flickered as she danced across the room turning circles to absorb the atmosphere.
Jim stood in the doorway and watched her “I can feel it” , “comm’on let’s look for coffins” he said.
“How old are you” ,“coffins” she scoffed?
“Less setup camp, then you can hunt all you want’ ,
then she kissed him.
He smiled and dropped the backpacks.
The sunset was incredible Jim lit the lanterns.
The wind had picked up so he took a chance on making a fire in the fireplace, smoke rolled into the room they heard the clatter of flappind wings “bats” he said.
The smoke cleared, they warmed a can of beans over the fire and ate then settled into the sleeping bags.

Another Tale Told

2007-10-04T20:03:43Z

Nightfall in the woods brought the bitter cold.
Jim zipped the sleeping bags together inside the pup tent.
They snuggled, jumping at every noise until they fell asleep.
The howling started around midnight and didn’t stop till light flooded through the trees the following morning.
A few hours of sleep was better than none.
There were no roads so they had to hike to their destination an abandon mansion.
Tales were told of vampires, haunting and witches for two hundred years. Still hours away, the sun would be going down by the time they arrived.
Tired and hungry Debra pushed her way up the cliff and through the over grown brush only stopping at first sight of the mansion.
It was exactly what she expected.
Stone lions guarded the entrance, columns holding the balcony that hung overhead.
French doors and stained glass adorned the upper floors.
Excited Debra was the first up the stone steps through spider webs; a cool breeze swept leaves around her feet she pushed her hair from her face.

The Black Sedan 2

2007-10-04T16:45:44Z

The sedan whipped a u turn and sped away. I stepped out of the alley , I didn’t know what to do.
A woman ran hystericaly from the building, and into the street screaming crying.
I ran to meet her she collapsed in my arms.
Blood, she had been shot.
I pulled her to the walk, ran inside to call an ambulance; the sight of three bodies stopped me in my tracks.
Two were children.
Blood pooled around their heads on the floor where they had sat watching tv.
Blood splattered on the wall next to the fireplace, the dead man lay in the floor head against the wall.
Stain in the chair were the lady had sit knitting.
I looked around for a phone, made the call and went to check on the lady in the street.
She was still breathing, just barely.
Hang on the ambulance is coming, I lifted her head and held her in my arms, who did this, do you know?
She blinked and tried to swollow spitting out the word, “bos” . Her head relaxed in my arms, her eyes closed.
I looked up the black sedan cruised slowly by.

The Ficlet Killer ( Victim )

2007-10-03T18:06:11Z

I watched him prepare his ritual , as I tried desperately to free my hands.
The rope dug into my already bloody rope burned wrist.
He moved over my body pinning me to the wet cold ground.
Flinching as he rest the cold polished steel blade across my throat.

I could see the content – sick pleasure in his eyes.
” Why are you doing this? ”, ” I don’t want to die “ ,
“I will live in cyberspace forever.”
He pulled the duct tape tight across my mouth.
I could feel his hot breath brush my face, turning my head away.

My skin stinging , as the tip of the knife pireced the back of my neck, warm tears and blood rushed into my muddy hair then to the ground.
I couldn’t move and he loved knowing that his crude touch disgust me.
Watching him as he carefully place my written words on my chest.
He raised the knife above his head, I closed my eye’s.

Blood Line

2007-10-01T20:32:41Z

Street lamps glistened off the wet brick road, in the early morning hours of London. She left the pub and stopped briefly under the lamp to adjust her stockings.
A shadow streaked across the rain soaked brick.
“The kind of thing you’re not sure you really saw.”
She anxiously walked on looking back to see if there was anyone, or anything there.
She ran into him dropping her bag.
He was “tall dark, handsome.” They bent down to pick up her bag, her eye’s met his, yellow blood strained she was looking into a “lost dark soul.” She couldn’t take her eyes off his. She was helpless thoughtless, and weak.
She heard him without him speaking, she felt him without touch, and she knew what he was there for. Her body wilted, she tilted her head. He softly brushed her hair aside.She closed her eyes; he wrapped her in his cloak and leaned inward. With pain and pleasure a small line of blood trickled down her throat.
He dropped her to the wet brick road “empty, drained of life” and vanished into the night.