The other gamblers ignored her. They were a mixed bunch– middle aged men in ties and shiny suits, women in evening gowns, young men with gleaming teeth and haunted expressions. Roulette was a sucker’s game. Unless you were Cassie…
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The Drabblecast brings you Teddy Bears and Tea Parties written by S. Boyd Taylor. It’s a heart-breaking horror story about little girls, stuffed animals, and hunger.
It’s a bit of a graphic one, folks, so make sure to put the ear muffs on the kids.
Pikachimp, Vlad’s right-arm man shook his head.
“Nah. Them’s elves all right. And the tall one’s been shopping same place as you.”
Vlad’s preternatural sight was perfectly adapted to the club’s dim lighting.
“You’re right. I can’t believe he has the nerve to wear that in here. I practically invented throat-ruffles. C’mon, let’s show those pansies they can’t mess with vampires..”
The crowd was lined up six deep along the parade route. They ignored the Deputy Mayor who sat, lightly sedated, between his doctor and nurse in the Santa sleigh. Instead, they chanted endlessly for the Marshall, who would not leave the stifling warmth of his coach, or even roll down a window to wave. Their applause echoed off the surrounding skyscrapers. “Take off your mask!” they cried..