Profile X-479: VAMPIRE

When one emigrates to a country, a planet, foreign to them, it's easy to assume that your traditions and habits have to die in the process of moving, that bringing them with you is too much of a hassle, that you can be too much of a hassle for those around you if you don't adapt.    It's a dark night. The tent lights had shut...

A young xero sat before a long mirror, her legs crossed, her arms to her chest, her eyes filled with sadness. The light from the window behind her darkens her reflection.— Still looking Addy? — a figure more familiar, yet more alien than any, walked up behind her.— ..Mhm.— she hesitated in response. — You know.. the produ...

“This is your new sister,” they told me. “Her name is Morning Glory.” I couldn’t help myself when I asked: “Morning Glory? How’d she even pick that out?” But they told me, “She didn’t.”   . . .   I was already twenty when she joined the family unit. And...

Dearest Diary, Today, Mom and Dad and Dad all went out to do something or other. Probably something boring, which is why I elected not to go. Instead, I shall spend the day with my dear older brother(?) Vampire. Or Vamp. I’m not entirely sure if Vamp is short for Vampire or if he is secretly some sort of honeypot*. Regardless, today was the first day he spent willingly in my presence for more than a few hours. ...

A sigh escaped Mudball, the chair below him making a soft creak as he sat down at his cluttered desk. Empty water bottles and miscellaneous computer equipment had to be pushed aside to make room for the empty piece of paper that now lay in front of him. He found it hard to form words, to come up with something worth writing, so he started out slow. Dear Vampire … ...