Yvette Francaise

“A Bite to the Heart” by Yvette Francaise

If people or creatures were what they ate, then you think vampires would be more human than monsters.  The loud music thumped around me, causing a bigger migraine than the evening before.  Black leather surrounded me,  a silver bar sitting in front of me.  Vampires were on either side of me, giving me hungry glances.  Another vampire and his food left out of the private red velvet room.  That was my cue to pick up their mess.  Fury burned in my copper eyes at the sight of torn pillows and red blood splatter...

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“I Didn't Do It” by Yvette Francaise

“Listen, you need to leave.” My brother urged, shifting uncomfortably. “I don’t want you here. You are not the same and you scare me.” Shock widened my eyes, as he handed me my suitcase.  “I didn’t do it Brian!” I shouted, glaring into his copper eyes. “She framed me. I would never kill John.” He nervously tugged at his green sweater, looking into the distance. Dirt crunched underneath his brown slippers. A frown darkened his face as he closed the door behind me. My brown boots clicked on the side...

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“The Scratch of the Moon” by Yvette Francaise

The sun blinded my copper eyes, making me squint them.  Colorful leaves flitted to the ground in a random pattern.  Red, oranges, and dark browns covered the sidewalk.  Today was going to be a wonderful day.  Humming happily to myself, I pulled on my red plaid skirt over my black lace blouse that hugged my hourglass figure.  Tonight was my date with my crush, and a fun Halloween party.  Eight o’ clock blinked back at me, raising my heart rate.  I was late, really late.  My worn black boots clacked agai...

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“The Swan and the Warlock” by Yvette Francaise

“I said no, Luna.” My stepmother forbade me with a sneer. “Why would anyone want to see you, you ugly duckling.”  My blonde haired twin sisters giggled childishly into their slender witch hands.  Their green eyes shimmered with twisted intentions.  Horrendous green silk flowed over their petite bodies while my servant’s outfit looked old and stained.   As pretty as they were on the outside, they were ugly as hell on the inside.  Rolling my copper eyes, my worn ratty boots stomped up the creaky stairs of the large sto...

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“The Ad of Lost Souls” by Yvette Francaise

Yawning, my finger pressed against the screen, and scrolled down mindlessly.  An odd ad caught my copper eyes.  It was a black ad that blasted dying circus music.  As I was about to scroll past it, a yellowed skeletal hand pulled me through my phone.  Black smoke bellowed around me as I crashed onto the cold forest floor.  Dead trees pulled at my long brown wavy hair.  My black plaid dress was torn to pieces exposing my hourglass figure.  Rocks dug into my palm.  Creepy giggling rang out all around me....

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“A Bloody Good Time” by Yvette Francaise

“Hey, you wanna do something fun?” My best friend Ivan asked with a gleeful smile. “I have a great idea.”  The blue moonlight shone down on the empty street.  Stars twinkled above us, as I nervously played with my long wavy brown hair that hung around my waist.  My black cotton sundress floated away from my hourglass figure.  His green eyes twinkled in anticipation, patiently waiting for an answer.  Nervously he ran his pale hand through his dark wavy hair.  My heart beat faster at the very sight of him.  U...

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“A Projection of Fate” by Yvette Francaise

Sleep never came to me since cancer took my dad from me a few years back. It had gotten so bad that I needed pills just to fall asleep. Life had become gray and dull. Nothing pleased me anymore. Nighttime was my escape from it all. However tonight a pill was not needed for me to sleep.  My spirit floated away from my hourglass figure into a red and black world. The black ground was hard and hot. A soft breeze swayed in between the black trees. The soft silk of my black night gown graced my pa...

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“One Last Gift” by Yvette Francaise

The rain splattered against the windshield of my navy blue station wagon.  The cloth seats sank below me as tears fell down my puffy face.  How could they do this to me?  My black lace prom dress was sticky with punch.  Snarls tangled my long wavy brown hair.  Black mascara ran down my face.  Two headlights gleamed brightly in my rear view mirror, blinding my cloudy vision.  A large puddle shimmered in the yellow light of the rusted streetlamp.  Squealing rang in my ears as I slammed into a tree. ...

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“A Fang of a Night” by Yvette Francaise

It was midnight as the bell rang on the silver diner door. Fifties music chimed joyfully around me. The large yellow moon loomed over the empty silent street. The ancient decrepit street lamp flickered, leaving the street bathed in rich moonlight. My blue waitstaff dress clung to my hourglass figure as no one came in. The door swung shut, still revealing no one in the diner. The music cut out as the lights shut off. The humming machines died down, leaving only silence. Cold sweat dripped down my face as my fingers twisted my long wavy...

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“A Traitor Among Us. ” by Yvette Francaise

The bell chiming woke me from my night shift at Madame Darlene's shop. Dusty shelves held dozens of crystals, and in glass behind were colorful potions. My black lace blouse clung tightly to my ample chest as a wind stirred my black silk skirt. Nervously, I tucked my long brown wavy hair behind my pointed ear. A handsomely dressed man in green robes stood in front of me. His pale hand ran through his long emerald green hair with a glimmer of excitement from his green eyes. A golden bow hung around his shoulder. Anxiously, I touched th...

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“A gift in the Dark” by Yvette Francaise

Empty, I felt empty. The pale moonlight bathed the green lush grass of the cemetery. My black skirt rustled as a soft breeze blew around me. Sniffling, my fingers shook while playing my red bow on my black lace blouse. My brown hair was twisted into bun. Today was his funeral. A car accident tore my true love away from me. My heart beat faster as a twig snapped behind me. A touch on my shoulder made me jump out of my skin. "Let's go home." My friend Amy pleaded gently. "Rosie, come on." My fist clenched tightly, causing a stream ...

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“A Buckshire Date to Never Forget.” by Yvette Francaise

The radio in my car shouted out that the Buckshire Killer was still out there. It was past the evening curfew, and yet James begged me to come out. The air felt wrong and not safe, yet here I was waiting for him at the edge of the Buckshire Forest. Sighing, I got out of my car, and looked around with flickering copper eyes. The stars twinkled above me, in between gray clouds. My heart pounded in my chest as an odd man with shaggy blond hair approached me with confused green eyes. Blood soaked his white shirt and mud crusted his ratty j...

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“The Lost Love” by Yvette Francaise

A redheaded man approached me at my suitor ball. His navy suit sparkled in the bright light of the ornate golden chandeliers. Over the top decor surrounded me. My black silk ballgown weighed painfully on my sore hips. My long violet hair hung in curls around my pale delicate face. He bowed with an angry look into my violet eyes. A cruel smile darkened his face, making me feel uncomfortable. "You should marry me,or we go to war with your country." He threatened with a sicking grin. "We would want that would we." His dark eyes gliste...

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“Love and the stars” by Yvette Francaise

Submitted to Contest #105

They always fawn over the main character. She is always perfect and beautiful, but what if I told you some had major flaws. Half the time side characters fade away to the side only to never ever be heard of. We don't ever get our happy endings. Well, most of the time. Today was their wedding today. In this case, it was Adam's and Bridgette's day.There Bridgette stood with one of the groomsmen in the white woman's bathroom. My dumb ass was in a stall when her heels clicked into the rooms. Her white silk robe shimmered on her slender body. Her...

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“A Bite I Never Wish to Forget” by Yvette Francaise

Submitted to Contest #104

The blue moonlight bathed my whole red bedroom. The air felt odd tonight as if something was going to happen tonight. Nervously, my fingers twisted my long dark brown hair into a side braid. My silk black night gown with bell sleeves splayed all around me. Why can't a vampire come save me from this dull life? My black phone dinged, vibrating my cherry wood desk. I just wanted to lay on my warm red fluffy cocoon of a bed. The text message read "Are you coming?" A pebble popped against my old bedroom window. A bad feeling washed over...

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