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Saturday, October 20, 2012
Lorelei Bell's Twist in the Tale Vampire Story!
Monday, October 1, 2012
Report Erotic Driving
Funny how a few miss placed letters will give a word a whole different meaning.
I drive a bus for a living (transit) and I get behind school buses all the time and see this sign in the window "To Report Erratic Driving call...." I want to change that one word. It's then very funny, is it not?
Well, I wanted to touch on the spelling of words that sound the same but have different spellings and different meanings.
Take for example my latest short story up, Vampire, My Own. In it the character will use a bow and arrow. I took archery a very long time ago. I thought it was sort of fun. There's something you do with the arrow when you fit it into the string of the bow, so you can draw it back, aim and hit the target. Do you know what that word is? If you've never taken archery, or even have any idea about the sport, I'll give you a clue. It rhymes with Knock. It's spelled NOCK. You "nock" the arrow.
So, a lot of people might come across this one word in my short story. I think I've gotten a review commenting on that, in fact for that "type-o". Nock is not a type-o. I'm not surprised that people don't know this. In fact I couldn't recall how to spell it exactly, but I wasn't surprised that it was N-O-C-K.
So, next time you come across a word in someone's manuscript and they might be doing something you've never heard of... look it up. Make sure about it. Like I did. I looked up archery and made sure that was the correct spelling.VAMPIRE, MY OWN
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Vampire, My Own
I have to admit something. Since I was a teenager, I've always had a fascination with vampires. I watched every film that came on TV, and any show that had a vampire in it. That's before it became "cool".But I wondered what MY vampire would be like. That is, if they existed.
Mysterious? Of course. I used to draw vampires walking along in a cemetery.
Handsome? Well, duh!
Romantic? Most definitely.
Dangerous? Comes with the teritory.
So, it's no wonder that I might write novels about vampires, as well as short stories. I've done a number of them. I'm working to get a few published. One, Holy Devil, is published on Amazon. But I will be adding a few to my list.
A short story Vampire, My Own, was something I came up and realized this is very Buffy-esque, and YA, which I don't often write, but being that it was to be a short story, I decided this might work.
It's about a teenage girl who discovers a vampire who lives in a nearby graveyard. In fact its a cemetery through which she takes a short cut many times at night, but this one night Riley decides to drop in on her and introduce himself to Karen. Karen isn't too shocked by the fact that there is a vampire living so close by. In fact he fascinates her. Riley is from the Civil War era, and seems to be a perfect gentleman. Karen becomes terribly attracted to him and can't wait to tell her best friend, Angeline about him.
Of course a little romance begins as Karen seeks him, although he doesn't seem to be around one night and she becomes worried, wondering who he might be with, because, after all, he never took blood from her, as a matter of fact he hadn't even kissed her.
Then, one day her friend, Angeline doesn't come to school. She's sick. Karen thinks nothing of it, but when she goes in the next day to gather homework from her teachers, she learns a horrible thing: Angeline is dead.
My story doesn't stop there, of course. Karen's decision to do something about this is the clincher, and the way I twist the ending... well, let's just say I think it will surprise most. And I think it suits the young crowd.Friday, August 24, 2012
Demons, Daemons

1. A devil or evil being; especially, in the New Testament, an unclean spirit that possesses and afflicts a person.
I guess that is as good a description as we are all familiar with. It also is (2.) a persistently tormenting person, force, or passion.
Okay. But what do they look like? Do they look like us? Or are they different looking?
I've got books that have depictions of demons in them. Some resemble bats, rats, snakes, and a wild combination of just about every creature, including man.
So, as a writer who dreamed up new/different worlds, I had to come up with some ideas as to what demons might look like. Maybe some looked human enough. Others, not so much.
In the second book, Vampire's Trill, my main character, Sabrina Strong meets a few demons. One is a Nelapsi demon, and considered an ancient relation to vampires.
Excerpt:
I wasn't entirely over my anger when I heard Rick say quietly, "That's a Nelapsi.”
“Nelapsi? Really? What is a Nelapsi?”
“A really ugly demon. Well, actually it's part demon and part vampire. But then they're closely related.”
“Got cha.”
That was when I saw the attacker's face. His head was totally bald, and red eyes held me in their thrall, the pupils were cat-like. He was eerily handsome — in a demonic way. The ugly parts were more the two snake tails and giant bat wings.
“Your woman?” he asked Tremayne, his smile slanted sinisterly, filled with sharp teeth. Fangs in both the lower and upper jaw.
“Get your own, you slimy asshole!” Rick slung bravely.
The creature's smile broadened, but he narrowed his eyes at Rick.
“You bring a leprechaun and a lovely human female with you here? Bjorn, you must have lost some brain cells in the centuries you've been on earth.”
But in other places the demon isn't quite so hard on the eyes.
That would be Jacob in another section of this scene:
I entered the room, and the women followed me in. The walls were made of masoned stone, the floor looked like slate. Inside, my guides took me into another room where there was an old style lounge, red velvet covering it, one end slightly higher than the other. I recognized it as a fainting couch. Before I could throughly take in my surroundings, the women were touching my clothes, trying to undress me. I jumped back, and they looked confused. They said something to me, and I tried to explain that I didn't need their help, but they couldn't understand. Obviously, we had a language barrier.
Concern rippling their delicate brows, they spoke, slightly frantic, to one another, and then one of them scurried through another doorway — this one had green veils over it — and in a moment, a man stepped out. He wore a light gray robe with his hands tucked inside the deep sleeves. His face was so gorgeous I was stunned mute.
He spoke a single word to them that must have translated “leave,” and they darted through the green, curtained door and disappeared.
“Welcome. I am Jacob. You are a stranger here, yet I welcome you happily,” he said in a nice, mellow voice. “Your name is Sabrina?”
“Yes.” I was also stunned he knew my name, but, I reminded myself, I was in another realm.
He made a sudden intake of air, his head tilted slightly, and he blinked those brilliant blue eyes. A look of surprised delight lit across his face. “You are the sibyl?”
“Oh, uh, yeah,” I said, realizing this might be significant, but I was thinking of the demons who wanted to kill me earlier. I bit my lip watching what he would do, my hand on the laser's handle.
He made a low bow, his long, black hair falling into his face as he straightened and he had to shake it. “I welcome you, mistress. Please, understand that we only wish to give you a retreat, allow you to bathe and — forgive us if our ways are not your ways — but you must dress in something more... appropriate?” He was looking me over. I'd noticed that everyone here (except for Naamah, who was actually nude), was in either a dress or a robe.
“Oh, sure. No problem,” I said, relief flooding me.
“This way,” he said, hand outstretched toward the next curtained-off threshold.
I went ahead through the entry and found myself in a small, low-ceilinged room with a sunken bath that probably resembled the one Cleopatra herself plunged into. Decorative lanterns cast golden light all along the walls, and their gentle glow reflected in the water. I was happy to see this was a private bath.
“Disrobe, mistress, and bathe. I will return with your new attire.”
I watched him duck out. I stood with indecision. This situation sent red flags up all over the place, but the water was scented, and I could tell it would feel sooooo good. Worried I'd be in the middle of pulling off my underwear when Jacob returned, I quickly stripped, letting everything lay wherever it fell. I located the steps that descended into the pool. Poking my toes in, I found that it was a perfect bath temperature. In a moment, I was neck-deep and swishing around in my own private hot tub. Eventually I found that there were a couple of little ledges to sit and settle back on. Luxuriating, I leaned back with my eyes closed. Nice. All I needed was a glass of Moscato, and a hunk of chocolate and I could forget where I was.
My eyes snapped open at the sound of water parting with someone entering the pool. I saw Jacob, totally nude, striding into my personal hot tub. ©Lorelei Bell
Well, yummy! I felt that the contrast between the two demons would give you an idea of the types of demons I dream up. And just in case you aren't sure what Jacob is---hint, hint, he gives pleasure, and -bus is part of his name, and there is a female version of this. Can you guess what type of demon he is?
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Real Horror Inspiring Fictional Horror
Here are some cases that were the inspiration for some great novels and films:
Burke and Hare at their trial
Edinburgh 1829
William Burke and Willaim Hare were two Ediburgh residents who discovered a real money spinner. When a lodger (an old man) happened to die owing Hare money (Hare and his lady friend rented to lodgers), Hare along with Burke decided to give the body over to the medical institute run by Dr. Knox.
They were delighted wtih the money paid for the corpse. Corpses were much sought after for medical research as the only ones available came from executed criminals. Thus a new business was born with two eager entrepreneurs ready to make a go of it.
Now they were not actually grave robbers. They were more like grave fillers as they began to kill for money. Burke by 'burking' (smothering and compressing the chest) and Hare by helping him.
Of course they got carried away and when a popular, very young and very healthy lady turned up dead on the dissection table their numbers were up.
Dr. Knox was a dubious character himself for never once questioning how they were able to get so many bodies for him, but nothing was ever done to Knox.
Burke was hanged and Hare cut a deal and testified against Burke. He was released and was last seen leaving Edinburgh. I personaly don’t think Hare got very far!
Their story and their hideous crimes are thought to have inspired Robert Louis Stevenson’s The Body Snatcher.
The Mary Rogers Murder
The Mary Rogers Case was infamous in New York, there have been books about it and it is still spoken about.
Employed in a cigar store, she was a popular young lady, much admired for her looks. Among her admiring customers were literary greats: James Fennimore Cooper and Washington Irving.
In July 1841 she disappeared. Her body was found three days later, floating in the Hudson River near Hoboken, New Jersey.
Her face was badly battered, her clothes torn. The coroner said there was evidence of a 'man's thumb mark' on her neck. She had been gagged and choked and he concluded she had been 'outraged.'
He did also say there was no evidence of pregnancy which is interesting because there were rumors that she died as a result of a failed abortion.
Her fiance committed suicide by poison which many people felt was telling.
The case was never solved however.
Is Edgar Allan Poe’s sequel to The Murders of the Rue Morgue.
In the story, the body of Marie Rogêt, a perfume shop employee, is found in the Seine River and the media take a keen interest in the mystery.
It features the Detective, Dupin who eventually, unlike the real Rogers case solves the murder.
As Poe wrote in a letter: "under the pretense of showing how Dupin... unravelled the mystery of Marie's assassination, I, in fact, enter into a very rigorous analysis of the real tragedy in New York".
He situated the narrative in Paris using the details of the original tragedy.
Deacon William Brodie
Deacon William Brodie was a respected member of Edinburgh's society, a skilled cabinet-maker and Deacon. What few people knew was Brodie led a secret life as the leader of a gang of master burglars.
He was married but he had two mistresses and a number of children by them that he supported by nefarious means.
As a sideline to his cabinet making he repaired locks which helped him in his thievery!
Brodie's last crime was an armed raid on the King’s Excise Offices. It went wrong. Yet Brodie escaped to the Netherlands, but was arrested and returned to Edinburgh for trial.
There wasn’t any evidence to incriminate Brodie until a search of his house revealed the tools of his thievery. The jury found Brodie and an accomplice guilty.
Both men were hanged.
Brodie was supposed to have bribed the hangman but it didn’t work and he is buried in an unmarked grave.
His unusual double-life might indeed have inspired Robert Louis Stevenson, whose father had had furniture made by Brodie. Stevenson included aspects of Brodie's life and character in his story of a split personality, 'The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde'.
His was a turbulent life lived in cruel times. He fought against the Turks and is considered a hero in his native Romania because of it.
He was engaged in constant battles with the Turks. At one point the Sultan launched a massive invasion of his native land of Walachia.
Vlad finding himself without allies burned his own villages and poisoned the wells along the way, so that the Turkish army would suffer.
But there was more, for the Sultan saw the hundreds of stakes holding the carcasses of Turkish captives, a horror scene which was ultimately nicknamed the "Forest of the Impaled."
This worked and the Sultan withdrew.
Note: Victor Hugo, in his Legende des Siecles (Legend of the Centuries) recalls this particular incident).
Yet Vlad's younger brother, Radu, was persuaded by the enemy to take the Walachian throne.
At the head of a Turkish army and joined by Vlad's detractors, Radu pursued his brother to Poenari Castle on the Arges River.
Vlad’s wife in order to escape capture, committed suicide by hurling herself from the upper battlements, her body falling down the precipice into the river below, a scene depicted in Francis Ford Coppola's Dracula.
Vlad, escaped the siege of his fortress but was assassinated in 1476.
But even when fighting no one he meted out terrible punishments for arbitrary reasons.
He is credited with killing between 40,000 to 100,000 people in this fashion.
Bram Stoker it is thought based his Count Dracula on Vlad and gave us the classic, Dracula.
What has always struck me about Vlad’s staking of victims was that the stake and the idea of staking a vampire through the heart is used in Dracula and in so much vampire viction. I think that is an amazing connection.
Elizabeth Báthory, also known as the Blood Countess was a sadistic sexual murderer, she tortured and killed servants and reputedly bathed in their blood because she thought it beneficial to stay looking young.
The killings and tortures finally caught up with her and she was put on trial.
A servant testified at her trial that the Countess made incantations to her mirror and would gaze into it "for over two hours at a stretch."
Elizabeth's old nurse testified that about 40 girls had been tortured and killed. In fact, Elizabeth killed 612 women -- and in her diary, she documented their deaths. A complete transcript of the trial was made at the time and it survices today in Hungary
In the traditional tale (the non-Disney version ) of the Snow White story, the Queen asks that Snow White's heart (or lungs and liver) be brought to her. When the man ordered to murder the young lady returns with the same items from a deer, the Queen commits what she thinks is an act of cannibalism.
When her crime is discovered she is forced to wear red hot slippers and dance until she drops dead.
That is I believe is a reference to Bathory’s proclivity of burning people for slight infractions.
Ed Gein
Yup old Ed is Plainfield, Wisconsin’s infamous one-time resident.
Ed was into necrophilia and murder. Although not a serial killer by police standards as he is thought to have ‘only’ murdered two women, Ed is still considered a murderous deviant.
He murdered two women in his town and had one gutted and hanging in his farmhouse, the other woman was murdered and used to make some trophies.
Ed’s mother Augusta instilled a frightening fear of women in Ed and it is thought that set poor Ed on his road to perdition. Ed’s brother by the way is thought to have been murdered by him although it was never proven.
Ed was arrested and died in the insane asylum.
Within three years of his arrest the novel Psycho written by Robert Bloch was published and the brilliant film by Hitchcock based on that book was released.
The irony here is Ed Gein’s crimes were far worse than Norman Bates’ crimes. His story was far more horrific than the novel, Psycho.
Real horror, fictional horror--horror nevertheless because horror is horror, but I think it is safe to agree that non-fictional horror is by far the worse because it is real!
I think it is quite obvious as to why horror fiction and film exists, if there wasn't horror and evil in the world we as writers could not write about it.
