Kerrilee Zarrella
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Home poem
What does home mean to me? Home? To me home was books. An endless place where I could escape to the furthest galaxy or just sit in a quiet meadow. The library was always calm and quiet and the librarians were always happy to talk about new books to read.
By Kerrilee Zarrella4 years ago in Poets
It's in my blood
An eerie mist hung over the ransacked homes and blood stained streets as the smell of death loomed in the air. That was the scene after the vampires attacked Daken City. The Caloman sisters were dragged from their beds and forced to watch a vicious mob of hungry vampires feed on their parents. However, a perfectly timed blackout was all that was needed to give 16-year-old Veil an opportunity to escape. The creature holding her was barefoot, so she grabbed the poker from the fireplace and stabbed it through the top of his foot. The creature shrieked and instinctively grabbed at the poker in his foot, releasing Veil. Once she was free, she fled the house and hid in her father’s workshop, just as a group of vampire hunters entered the house. The screams and sounds of shattering glass and splintering wood echoed in Veil’s ears as she squeezed her eyes shut. Meanwhile, back inside, the creature holding 14-year-old Evanara slinked out of view of the hunters and pulled her into a nearby closet. He clamped his cold hand over her mouth and stared into her terrified eyes with a grin full of fangs, “I could kill you now and end your misery, but where’s the fun in that? It would be much more fun to watch you be killed by your own kind!” the creature hissed,sinking his fangs into her neck. Evanara felt a sharp burning pain in her neck, followed by numbness, and then everything went black…
By Kerrilee Zarrella5 years ago in Fiction
