A Night at the Opera (flash fiction)

Art by Victoria Francés

A Night at the Opera

“It’s the opera tonight isn’t it?” Sylvia asked.

“Yes indeed my love.” Katherine confirmed.

“Which one?”

“Don Giovanni.” Katherine informed her.

“Ah, Mozart! I knew Mozart you know.” Katherine rolled her eyes at Sylvia’s remark.

“You knew everyone.”

Both of them wore long black dresses to the opera house. Once they were seated in their own box, Katherine brought out a flask and poured some blood into two glasses. They toasted the evening and drank.

“Drat, I hoped this would be warmer.” Sylvia remarked.

“Well during the break we can always get some more.” Katherine suggested.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 95 + prompt

This was written with the prompt opera provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #274.

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Dazzling (poem)


Her eyes were dazzling
I opened the door wide
letting her into my room

she walked up to me,
began kissing my neck
then I felt her fangs

puncture my throat
she drank my blood
as I stood there helpless

under her command
leaving me weak
I know tomorrow night

she'll visit again

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 53 + prompt

This was written with the prompt dazzling provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #272.

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The Onlooker (flash fiction)

The Onlooker

Katherine watched on the celebrations at her neighbour’s place. Every year they held their annual jamboree and their partying often went on into the early morning. Katherine preferred to watch it all from the darkness of her residence.

Every jamboree they made their customary ritual to invite her to join them, but she knew in her heart it was not wise for her to revel among them. She watched their festivities for a while longer and then returned to the silence and emptiness of her crypt.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 86

This was written with the prompt jamboree provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #270.

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The Cellar (flash fiction)

The Cellar

I awoke with a start. I was in a white room lying on a table. A figure was inserting a tube into my arm, and once done, I watched my blood slowly go down this tube and into a glass receptacle below.

“What the hell?” I cried out. The figure turned around and beheld me. They were dressed from head to toe in a hazmat suit. Through the mask I could see their skin was very pale.

“Relax. I’m just extracting your blood. The process won’t take long.” the figure said.

“What are you? Some sort of vampire?” I asked as I struggled to get up, but I appeared to be strapped down to the table.

“Yes.” they replied.

“Don’t you normally bite people’s necks?”

“But if your body is ever recovered, bite marks on the neck would be a giveaway that we possibly exist, and so far through the long ages we have avoided having our existence become known.” they told me.

“Are you taking all my blood?” I asked. My heart was beating quickly with my rising sense of terror.

“Yes soon I’ll have around five litres of your exquisite blood stored away. Then I’ll dispose of your body.”

“If you are a vampire, then you’re all just glorified serial killers in the end, aren’t you?” I said accusingly while starting to feel dizzy. The figure did not respond, instead they checked the blood-flow. “What if I scream?” They shrugged their shoulders.

“You’re in a sound-proofed cellar. No one will hear you, but scream away if you must.”

“Why me?” Again they shrugged their shoulders.

“I guess you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.” They said. “You’ll be losing consciousness shortly.”

“Please let me go.” I pleaded. “I won’t tell anyone about this.” Everything around me was growing hazy. My eyes were losing focus.

“Goodnight.” they said. Slowly everything went dark.

Joanne Fisher

I’m not sure where all these nasty little stories in my head come from….

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Nightfall (flash fiction)


Tania quickly drove her car over the bridge. It was beginning to get dark and she had to get home. They only came out once it was dark. She knew she had been foolish to drive home so late, but she had lost track of time in the city, and once she realised the sun was beginning to set, she began to panic. Even now her heart was still beating rapidly as she drove, her sweaty palms slid on the steering wheel.

Once she was over the bridge, it wasn’t far to her house. She went up the driveway and brought the car to a halt. She breathed a sigh of relief: she had made it home and was safe. Just as she was about to get out of the car, she felt some cold breath on her neck.

“Hello my lovely!” said a deep inhuman voice right behind her.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #181.

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The Turning (flash fiction)

The Turning

Sofia lay back on her bed. Andreea stood over her.

“Are you really sure you want to do this?” Andreea asked.

“Yes.” Sofia replied.

“There will be no going back. Once it’s done, it’s done.” Andreea reminded her.

“I know. I’m ready.” Sofia told her looking into Andreea’s dark eyes. Andreea bit her wrist until blood flowed, then she laid it over Sofia’s mouth. Sofia grabbed her arm and drank deeply. After a short time, Andreea pulled her arm away and then bent down. She bit Sofia’s neck and began to feed.

As Sofia felt her life ebbing away, she knew in a few days she would wake up as a vampire, or not at all. Whatever happened, she was ready to leave her humanity behind.

Joanne Fisher

Inspired by a prompt, but I intentionally let it run over the word limit.

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Coming Out 2 (flash fiction)

Coming Out 2

“I have something to tell you.” Nina said after she walked into the room. Andrea who was working on her computer swiveled her office chair around and faced her.

“What is it?” Andrea asked.

“I’m a vampire.” Nina admitted.

“Yeah I know.” Andrea replied nonchalantly. Nina looked at her surprised.

“You know? How?”

“Well for starters, you sleep all day and only seem to appear once it’s dark. That’s a bit of a dead giveaway, if you pardon the expression. Also your skin’s always been very pale and cold, and you never consume anything apart from the red “smoothies” you always seem to drink. I had it figured out pretty early on.” Andrea told her.

“You did? I thought you’d be terrified.” Nina answered.

“Nah. Just remember you’re my friend, and nothing can change that. I certainly don’t hate vampires or anything.”

“Thanks. You know I’ve always wanted to drink your blood.” Nina told her. Andrea screwed up her nose.

“I’m flattered, but sorry I’m not into that vampire stuff myself, but I’m always here if you want to talk.”

“Okay. Can we hug?” Nina asked.

“Sure!” Andrea replied. She stood up and the two of them hugged. Andrea suddenly felt Nina’s fangs on her neck. “Oy! No means no!”

“Sorry.” Nina replied backing off.

Joanne Fisher

Near the end of last year I wrote a story called Coming Out. I decided to rework it. It explores the same idea, but in a different way.

I may have been exposed to Covid on public transport recently. I was wearing a mask and I have been vaccinated, but you never know. If I suddenly go quiet for a while, you know why.

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Tasting (flash fiction)


“This tastes so good! There’s always some extra flavours. What’s your recipe?”

“I add this and that. It’s a secret really.”

“Is there any more?”

“The human is completely exsanguinated now. I’ll go and get another.”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 36

This is my second take on the prompt recipe provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #249.

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Fickle (flash fiction)


“Lady Natasha, you said you loved Anya, yet I saw her in the hallway. Why end it?” Nikita asked.

“It’s not that I’m capricious, it’s just that I was hungry, and she happened to be there.” Natasha said running her tongue over her fangs. “Now get rid of her body, and find me someone else!”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 55 + prompt

This was written with the prompt capricious provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #248.

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Goodnight (poem)


I was lost in the dark
her arms around me
cold breath on my neck

she kissed me on the lips
her sombre eyes staring
into mine.

"Goodnight" she said
as though a farewell, 
then she proceeded 

to rip my throat apart
with her sharp fangs

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 45 + prompt

New year, same old fascinations….

This was written with the prompt goodnight provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #242.

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