When a young Creole girl named Marie is left alone in her family’s Louisiana home, she uncovers a haunting legacy of vampirism rooted in blood, lilies, and secrecy. Drawn into the curse through a forbidden cake, a burning rosary, and a blood-signed contract, she transforms from innocent to immortal heir of her family’s dark inheritance. …
GRADUATE PORTFOLIO – EMERSON COLLEGE – POPULAR FICTION WRITING AND PUBLISHING *GLOBAL NARRATIVE* *INTRODUCTION TO THE PUBLISHING PROCESS FOR WRITERS* *GOTHIC SUBVERSION* *THE HAUNTED LIBRARY*
Author’s Note: I’ve had the idea of writing an all-female society for years, but not in the sense that there aren’t any men, or that men don’t exist—but they live separately. At one point, the genders did live together just as we do now, but slowly over time, as women became educated and influential figures, …
“Stay on the trail and don’t talk to anyone,” Mommy says. “And for god’s sake,Elizabeth, take off that stupid red hoodie! It’s one hundred degrees today!”Mommy’s always talking, always worrying, always pestering me.“I can take care of myself!” I’d scream.I wasn’t some dumb little girl who could fall for tricks. I knew better than that. …
Now would be a good time to stop drinking I thought. Was this my home?I knew the door and the path that led to it but what lay on the other side was no moremy house than a cave. That’s what my eyes had shown me. A cave that descendeddeep into the earth with calcite …
At first, I waited for a phone call from him. A YouTube video advised me toallow seven days of no contact and not to contact him first. That I should wait, if he caredenough, he would call the video advised me. Everything was white then. Our first snow of January had fallen, crushing ourfragile Texas …
Lenore stood at the fire, watching the log engulfed in flames dance playfully against the grate. She couldno longer see her feet, and her due date was near.“A baby.” She murmured low, rubbing her round belly. Although the thought of a baby made her smile,she couldn’t forget the first baby. And how could she? The …
I’m intruding on the night, the stench of it all. I can smell the skunk, cat’s piss, wet dog,and spider webs catching my knees going down the stairs. The mosquitos fly away from me, andI am unwanted in their domain. I beg for a decent bite to swell my flesh and turn me intosomething else. …
I’m inspired by Jamaica Kincaid, Girl. I was recalled back to my time growing up with mygrandparents and their regimented schedules. Its 5 am and my papa is already up and has moved the grass and planted collardgreens; By 7am he tells me that I have slept half the day away; my grandmother hitsthe base …
The Cartwrights’ annual Christmas ball was held at their lavish twenty-room Texas estatethis evening. An invite-only over-the-top Texas-sized Christmas party where big hair and shoulder padsruled the dance floor. Rosa Cartwright, the virginal debutante daughter of Mr. Cartwright, glowed fromthe corner of the room with a smile that held a secret.Rosa would lose her virginity …