Neighbours
One night a vampire moved into the vacant house next to us. At first we were concerned, but she turned out to be no bother really.
Life went on in our street. The vampire was rather quiet, and kept her house and grounds tidy. We only usually saw her in the evenings flying off to somewhere. Occasionally she would come round to ask for a cup of blood.
Then a hunter came and the vampire was no more. After that a guy who constantly plays the drums moved into the now vacant house. Honestly, I’m really missing the vampire.
Joanne Fisher
This was written with the prompt Three-Act Story for the Carrot Ranch Rodeo #3 Contest. This is a challenge entry, not a contest submission (which I’ve already entered).
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Love it. I’d prefer the vampire, too!
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I’d also take the vampire.
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Personally, I like drum music. But to live next door? Fine if the house has a very huge garden.
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A wonderful mix of realism and speculative fiction, Joanne.
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Definitely prefer the vampire in this case. Though it’d probably depend on how often a cup of blood was needed.
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Haha. You nailed it
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