http://slow.writerscafe.org/Lenwhit13 The original writings of author Lenwhitney en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776337023 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In the dark masquerade of the soul, it is I who play the grim harlequin. Behind my mask of humanity, the black visage of the Beast stares with ravenous eyes as the world becomes a feast for the damned. How we must appear in the eyes of those destined to become part of that divine b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lenwhit13/606210/ Mortals.Food for the gods.It was strange at first, feeding on them,like feeding upon yourself.Desensitization comes soon,the Hunger sees to that.Your superiority seperates you from them.Hunter from hunted.Kings from pawns.Sometimes, as they are helpless, hopeless,without salvatio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lenwhit13/606204/ Most people refuse to believe in vampires.Thay refuse to believe, even as my teeth tear their skin.I can sense the disbelief in the blood.people don't believe in anything these days,vampires,god,themselves.Perhaps it is best this way,Unbelievers are easy prey and waste no time trying.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lenwhit13/606201/ I feel no guilt over my existence.Why should I?Have I not the right to be?I am cursed as a monster because I feed on the blood of the living.Does the mosquito feel guilt?Survival is the basest instinct in all life.Should it not be so with me?Mortals think that the world was created for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lenwhit13/606195/ Mother died during childbirth.I was cut free from the womb of a corpse, a child of the dead.The nursery, all at once, became a sepulchre and I was laid upon the breast of the dead woman so that I should know my mother.My infant heart beat against hers which was cold and still, like the dark wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lenwhit13/606189/ Greetings, I don't know who you areor how these pages came to be in your possession, but I feel that something in the way of an introduction is in order. I am a vampire, I have been for several lifetimes now and these pages represent a select few of the multitude of thoughts and f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lenwhit13/606182/ Poetry chapbook recounting the unlife and times of the undead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lenwhit13/606176/ 50 word fiction.......except with 51 words....... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lenwhit13/605746/ What if she didn't walk in beauty....but something far darker? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lenwhit13/435268/ Beware the envy of angels. A tragic tale of love, loss and desperation, with a dash of the macabre for good measure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lenwhit13/433306/ A lighthouse wrecks passing ships for a nefarious purpose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lenwhit13/433120/