By in Writing

My Hunger

I was told that I

was found underneath the Grim

Reaper's statue. When the shadow

of the moon dance across the park,

a woman found me laying there naked.

She brought me to her home and took me

in as her own. I felt loved. My

fangs started to grow, and I started

to crave human blood. My eyes

turned crimson. The thirst slowly

began to overpower me. The only

person that I could call my mother

walked in the door. I clinched my

hands together. She looked at me.

I couldn't hold back any longer.

I grabbed her and sank my fangs

into her delightful neck. I

enjoyed each drop of her warm

blood. When she was dry, I

set her down. I looked at her

and left. I had claimed my first

victim. Now, I have to claim more.

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bestwriter wrote on September 16, 2014, 3:00 AM

This reminds me of a poem on the tiger and I shall write a post on that.

LoudMan wrote on September 16, 2014, 9:51 AM

Vampire stories have the potential to go big. Good luck.

LarrySells wrote on September 16, 2014, 12:08 PM

Thanks guys I appreciate your comments. I'm happy that my poem will increase activity.