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Santa Has A Brand New Bag? by Sue Mydliak
Snow falling outside, like bits of fluff, thick and fat. Children throwing snowballs with screams of delight. Horses off in the distance looking so regal as puffs of steam emitted from their...
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Swamp Hysteria… by Sue Mydliak
Mist rolled lazily off the edge of the swamp, where its green waters lay still…waiting for its next victim. It is a place forbidden by all, for stories are told of the most gruesome deaths, deaths of...
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New Artwork by Sue Mydliak
Sue Mydliak a mother of three grown children and two grandchildren has always loved art, whether it be drawing, painting, you could always find her creating something. Her mother was an artist who...
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An Bush Thabhairt by Sue Mydliak
The forest with its darkness hides what little we truly know of it, and under its canopy death awaits. . . . It is a cold, unfeeling place where nightmares do exist and monsters read from fairytales...
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Vampires Suck by Sue Mydliak
Vampires suck, I thought one night, as I read the latest news in the Dry Prong Gazette. “It’s the same old stuff, you’d think there’d be news, but all we ever get is who’s vegetable patch was...
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The Harvest (for those who love zombies)
A tale told during the harvest brought much fear from those who heard it, especially me. They say a dishearten lover gone mad claimed to have done it. I do not believe this, for I know differently....
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#Friday Frights/Vampire’s Suck (the continuation)
There we were, neck and neck, well, more like neck and mouth, struggling. Her trying to suck more blood and I trying to get her off somehow, but no matter what I did I couldn’t. The room began to blur...
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Vampire Sucks (the ending)
A week had gone by since my near death experience with Villodame and I have to tell ya, I’m a bit skittish about going back home. Chester took me to live with him until they caught this vamp. He...
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Twas the Night Before Victor by Sue Mydliak
T’was the night before Christmas, when all through my house You were not stirring, you big biting louse; I hung all my nighties by the chimney with care, In hopes that Sir Victor soon would be there;...
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Foreboding Images by Sue Mydliak
Sue Mydliak a mother of three grown children and two grandchildren has always loved art, whether it be drawing, painting, you could always find her creating something. Her mother was an artist who...
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