Literature
Twi-spoof
Id never given much thought to how I would die.
But dying in the arms of a 100-year-old, pedophilic, controlling, sparkling vampire seemed like a really shitty way to go.
I opened my eyes to the darkness of my small bedroom. Although I couldnt see him, the moonlight that shone through my window lit up a trail of sparkles leading to the darkest corner of my bedroom. I could picture him now, sitting in the rocking chair, staring intently at me with his liquid topaz eyes. His perfect, sculpted jaw would be clenched and he may have broken off the arm of the chair in his attempt not to maul me after all, I did have my period.