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Blog Wars 2012, Creative Writing

Despair Has Its Own Calms

This week, as part of the coursework for a free online literature class I’m taking with Dut and my fellow blog warrior Erin, I read Bram Stoker’s classic Gothic vampire novel Dracula for the first time. Given my penchant for horror, it is no surprise that I loved it completely. So, with a tip of the hat to Mr. Stoker and without any further ado, I give you my foray into vampire fiction; just don’t expect any glittering or romance here.

Despair Has Its Own Calms

The thunder cracked loudly outside her window, causing her to start awake. Blearily, she roused herself and stepped down onto the cold floor, a sharp intake of breath accompanying the move. As she headed down the dark hallway to the bathroom, only the repeated flashes of lightning lit her way. She could have done this in her sleep. Actually, she practically was.

Mindlessly, she went about her morning routine, scrubbing and primping and brushing and dressing. She just couldn’t seem to shake this sleep-weight that lingered behind her eyes.

That night, after work, she flopped down on the couch, too exhausted to even think about dinner, despite being voracious. She felt a little gnat land on her neck and it took conscious, pointed effort to brush it away half-heartedly. Eventually, she mustered up enough energy to get up and snack on a few potato chips, but they just tasted…off. She tried to wash out the cloying taste in her mouth with some orange juice, but the juice tasted even worse. She gave up and made the walk back to her bedroom, collapsing on the bed, fully clothed.

She woke up to another morning storm, but its ferocity barely penetrated her drowsy fog. She tried to roll over and check the clock, but she wasn’t even able to do that. Before falling back asleep, she thought she remembered laughing in the night, a deep, resonant sound. But the memory drifted away on the sleep-mist as her eyes closed yet again.

Another peal of thunder. This is getting ridiculous, she thought groggily. She opened her eyes and stood up, shivering. The storm had blown her window wide open, and some rain was spattering her floor. She padded over and shut the window, feeling strangely alive as the wind tossed her hair and the rain speckled her skin. Remembering that she was starving, she made her way into the kitchen and ripped open the fridge, looking for something, anything to curb her hunger. But the entire fridge turned her stomach; all the food smelled spoiled.

Eyes blazing, she began to tear the apartment apart, looking for something that appetized her. Twenty minutes later, her apartment was in shambles and her hunger was becoming unbearable. She whirled around angrily at another clap of thunder, only to find a tall, thin man towering in the corner of her living room. He seemed made of the very shadows of the room save his deep red eyes, glowing like embers in his pallid face. The man’s presence pacified her instantly; he grinned large while he held out his dripping wrist.

“Drink, my child. Drink and never thirst again.”

Suddenly energized for the first time in days, she meekly stepped over to him and lowered her head onto his pulsing wrist eagerly. His deep laughter echoed off the walls, and before long, it became a duet, rising and falling with the storm’s raging fury.

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About Cory Hershberger

Neurotic/eclectic critic obsessed with pop culture who enjoys good food, good company, and, most of all, good books.

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5 thoughts on “Despair Has Its Own Calms

  1. Eek. You’re creeping me out. But, a great break into some creative writing. Nice work!

    Also…I just thought about the fact that I read this in the ND bookstore cafe…I don’t even want to know what my faced looked like as I read…

    Posted by Kelcie | August 15, 2012, 11:10 am
  2. A very nice piece of flash horror, mine compatriot. I was half expecting our heroine to feast on a rat to satisfy her Mia-esque hunger.

    Posted by duthersh | August 15, 2012, 12:36 pm
  3. Interesting piece. I’ve read Dracula a number of times, and I’ve always found it kind of tame by modern standards of horror. Still a good book, though.

    Posted by atoasttodragons | August 15, 2012, 3:21 pm
  4. Dracula is SUCH a good book, and, sadly, rarely read and/or appreciated by my generation. It always brings a little happiness to me when I see someone has read it and enjoyed it!

    Also, I enjoyed this little piece! Nice work.

    Posted by akleneth | July 10, 2013, 10:43 am

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