Eight Witches Brewing
Seven Psychos Slashing
Six Demon Soldiers
FIVE CREEPY DOLLS!
Four Werewolves howling
Three French Fried Eyeballs
Two Corpses Walking
And a Zombie Hanging From a Christmas Tree.
The following is my entry for Tuesday Tales. I am not one for romances, but this one has a bittersweet ending.
by Lisa McCourt Hollar
Tears streamed down Theodora's face. Her breath fogged the window as she watched her sisters drag John into the woods.
"He will survive," she whispered, wishing the lie to be true.
She shuddered, recalling how Willimena had burst into her room, angrily calling for Sadie and Snickerdoodle to come see Theodora's betrayal.
"No sister of ours will mate with a werewolf," Willimena spat.
It was forbidden for a lycan to touch royalty. Theodora knew as they dragged John off, that they would kill him.
She drew a heart in the fog.
In the distance, there was howl and then silence.
Word Count: 100