Casimir was slow to give Daciana back her freedom after the Sulani stunt. She had lived on plasma packs and denied contact with her friends. Casimir knew what Daciana had done to Layton in a public setting. Daciana lacked remorse for her actions, blaming her inherent blood lust on a life she did not choose.Continue reading “Daciana: Spaghetti”
Category Archives: Luliana Vatore-Grace
Luliana: An Imperfect First
Boston made a point of walking Luliana home every night. He was plucking up the courage to ask her on a date or prom. At least, this is what Luliana played over in her mind. Boston would stop her, take her boba tea, placing it on a nearby wall. He would take her hands inContinue reading “Luliana: An Imperfect First”
Luliana: Boba and Boston
Luliana stepped out of the classroom, her head bowed in shame. Her fellow troublemakers jostled past her, mocking and poking. Leaning against the wall, Luliana recognised the trainers. Boston has the same scuff marks on his trainers. The micro tear to the edge of his jeans, she memorised it all. Luliana lifted her head toContinue reading “Luliana: Boba and Boston”
Luliana: The Boy I Love
Luliana stroked her face, checking her cream had caressed her skin into a healthy glow. Her hair was thick blonde curls, still bouncing over her shoulders when in a high ponytail. Sapphire blue eyes beamed back from the reflection, which sparkled when she smiled. Luliana patted her figure. She had curves, not in the placesContinue reading “Luliana: The Boy I Love”
Daciana: The Power to Leave
From the other side of her cell door, the sweet songbird voice of her blonde sister irritated Daciana. Luliana pretended she understood. She wished Daciana could hang out by the pool with her and their friends. It was hard explaining Daciana was ill and could not play with them. The door swung open, and DacianaContinue reading “Daciana: The Power to Leave”
Daciana: What she loses
They, her parents and sister, were human. Each day they awoke, Patrick serving pancakes with lashings of maple syrup. Leticia would check the homework, offering helpful corrections. Their devoted daughter, Luliana, lapped up the attention. She thrived on sunshine, all sweetness and light, as she made friends and planned her prom night. Luliana would grow,Continue reading “Daciana: What she loses”
Daciana: Dinner
Skinny blue jeans moulded themselves to her rounded figure. A black puffy-sleeved top with a sweetheart neckline borrowed from her sister. A pair of black pumps completed her look. It was the closest Daciana came to looking respectable. The one elegant dress in her wardrobe was from the wedding, and blue was not her colour.Continue reading “Daciana: Dinner”
Patrick: She’s the One
The attic, decorated in a neutral colour, was the second choice for their wedding. Surrounded by large Honduran Mahogany framed windows, the space was airy and fresh. The aisle he walked had champagne-coloured rugs lined with blue petals. Pale bronzed stands placed at the ends of oak benches boasted white roses. Two small pillars tookContinue reading “Patrick: She’s the One”
Patrick: Wedding Day
An elegant home once occupied by the Von Haunts sat at the edge of Windenberg. The family put their home into a trust with the intention everyone could enjoy its splendour. Rumours they could not afford the upkeep remained unfounded. Yet, they seem to allude to the spotlight these days. It overlooked the green landsContinue reading “Patrick: Wedding Day”
Daciana: A Living Horror Movie
The taste and sight of blood had repulsed Luliana her entire life. Daciana never felt that way. She loved horror movies, hiding under the covers, turning out the lights, and waiting for gore. Her curiosity about how her blood tasted seemed normal. When other children cut their fingers, they sucked it. So, Daciana never sawContinue reading “Daciana: A Living Horror Movie”
By the Grace of Sim Gods 