Fate - A Very Short Story by Chanya Pepper

The nightclubs music pounded in my ears and vibrated down into my lungs. My girlfriends were off dancing with two barnes. “Where do they find these losers?”, I wondered to myself.
I asked the barkeeper for a coke and sat myself down happily.
For me it was different. I wanted to find a tall, dark and handsome guy to have my love story with...
Like I would find him tonight though... And especially not here of all places.
But as fate would have it...
" one glass of milk please!"
I turned around to face the voice that had spoken.
" who orders milk in a bar?" I asked before I had even seen who had ordered such a ridiculous drink.
He turned to me. And I was suddenly starring into the eyes of a beautiful man. I was all of a sudden embarrassed and self conscious.
He was ruddy in a way with silken hair. The lights of the disco reflected off of him in the oddest way!
I felt like I was starring too much at him so I looked away.
" I don't drink, and milk is good for the bones." he said almost amused by me.
But then the geek in me awakened.
" that's not true, the part about milk being good for you is all propaganda made up by multimillionaire dairy farmers to sell more milk. Really it just kills you."
He chuckled and took a deep sip of his milk.
I flushed red.
"whats your name then?" he asked sounding genuinely interested.
" phoenix rising." I said shyly. Not wanting to sound too embarrassed I straightened up.
" what's yours?"
He paused.
"Rowan, not as interesting as your name, I like your name."
My eyebrows went up in surprise.
" really? Everyone thinks it's cheesy usually."
" why?"
" I don't know... Something about how phoenixes are supposed to rise out of their ashes."
He chuckled again.
There was a pause as he considered what he was about to say.
" can I have your number?" he asked for the first time his confidence faltering.
" okay, here do you have a pen?" he took out a pen from his black blazer and getting ready  to write on a napkin t hat happened to be next to his drink.
" ready?" he nodded " 075555 555355... Got that?"
" yep!... Do you.. Want to dance?"
"okay, sure!"

That night rowan and phoenix danced until one.
Then they respectfully said goodnight.
The next day Rowan called and asked her out.
They went on many dates over the course of one year.
On the same night they met one year later he popped the question.
And she said yes.
They were married 9 weeks later.  

The Night I Died Pt 2 - A Supernatural Thriller is Six Parts

The Night I Died

Then I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder.
My head swung around to see nothing. It must have been my imagination. But when I turned my head back...
He was there. Even though there was hardly any moon in the sky I could still see his icy skin. Pure white almost snow...
But that was nothing compared to his black eyes. They looked horrible, pure undiluted horror and evil in them.
I reached for my pepper spray in my pocket, not letting my eyes stray from his eyes. A smile curled around his face that made me want to cry. He held up the pepper spay then threw it down on the ground. It rolled into the shadows...
My hope failed. I wanted to get up and run but my legs weren’t working. I pushed myself and got a stagger as I got up as fast as I could but as quick as lightning his hand was around my ankle and was pulling on me I fell to the ground and he was on me smiling like a mad man.
He opened hit mouth to reveal sharp and pointed teeth. His hand was wrapped around my neck.
“Vampire?...” I managed to ask in disbelief
“Yes...” He said, as he leaned down to my neck,
There was a sharp pain then warmness pouring out of me, a second went by then my blood felt like it was being pulled out of me faster then it should. Very quickly everything started to get dark around me. I knew it. I was dying, I started to forget all of my life. But just then something dripped into my mouth and down my throat.
And then it was all black...

The Night I Died - A Supernatural Thriller in Six Parts

Short Story - Part 1 of 6

The Night I Died

I didn’t know I was going to die. I thought I would live ‘till I was eighty. At least that was the plan. But I died young… too young.
The day started like any other. I got up, got dressed, made breakfast, messed around and went to work. I worked as a waitress. It was long hours but it got the bills paid so I guess I was on track.
That night I finished my work shift at 1:00 a.m. I locked up the restraunt for John, my guardian, who owned the place and went over to the night time convenience shop around the corner to get some milk and cigarettes. I shouldn’t have been thinking about cigarettes, since I had decided to quit a week before, but now I’m kind of glad I got in a final smoke.
I was nine blocks from home so I lit up and, puffing happily, started walking. I liked my late night walk. It’s peaceful when the streets are empty and I enjoyed the cigarette mixed with the cool night air.
Out of habit the hand in my pocket fiddled with my pepper spray. My mother thought it would make me safe. I thought that it would just make an attacker really mad.
The clouds were hiding the moon and stars so it would have been pitch black if it weren’t for the occasional street lamp but the way was familiar. I’d been walking this path since I was a kid and felt safe, like this was my territory.
With six blocks to go, settled in my stride, I came along a stretch of road that dipped down with terraced houses curving to the right. The houses stood back a little from the path to leave space for bins and bikes. All the lights were out and the doorways looked gloomy and dark. I don’t know why I started to feel anxious but I swear I feel something weird moments before I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. I thought it was a man in a doorway, but when I looked I didn’t see anything. As I walked ahead I felt another surge of anxiety and I looked back and there he was. I couldn’t make out his face, but he seemed so relaxed he didn’t feel like trouble, so I focused my eye back on the path.
Then I heard footsteps and I knew he was following me.
I broke into a run my heart thudding madly; I pulled out the pepper spray and put my finger ready to release the burning spray.
I listened to the footsteps hoping that they wouldn’t quicken.
They were right behind me.
I threw my bags behind me with as much force as I could muster and ran. I ran as fast as I could. Stupidly I didn’t look where I was going. I ran until my bones ached and I thought my heart would burst. Unable to run any longer I stumbled around a corner and stopped, trying to keep my breathing quiet as I listened for footsteps. Nothing. Filled with foreboding I carefully peered around the corner. Looking into the night I saw nothing. With a tentative rush of relief I slumped against the wall. Then I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder...


Starry Sari

This is Star. She is a Hindi Goddess
of the night. She goes swimming every night in her sari then
she shakes the sari dry, and all of the stars
on her sari fly up and get stuck to the sky, and it takes until morning to collect them all up again.


The Night Goddess

The Goddess of the Night,
brings the stars every night,
and leaves a trail of stardust behind her,
then sends her dragons out to collect the stars at the dawn....

Very Short Story! lol