"Novel, n. A short story padded"

Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary

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The movie Twilight was both halfway enjoyable and one of the goofiest I've seen.

One of the neat ideas about vampires incidentally is this idea of this moral question they are faced with. To kill humans or not? This idea seems to attract people to stories like Anne Rice's or this strange childish copy. Yet, they make no association to anything happening in their real life.

Vampires are so sexy. Even the campy Fright Night. Someone in high school said they had a dream that I was a vampire. Wonderful. I didn't dress like a goth.

Violet Hunt's genius was to take the idea that supernatural activity is caused by strong emotion, and fuse the ghost story with the sentimental romance... Hunt understands that affairs of the heart... transport us to the realms of the unreasonable. Her men are desirable, elusive wraiths, with the power to make a woman "shiver over her chocolate mousse," in both passion and fear.

Bram Stoker's invention, the vampire, hadn't taken hold when Hunt wrote. Otherwise she would have written about vampires.

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In the streets of wherever the young man is caught by a whatever and is being killed. If only some passerby would help? But everyone is indifferent and passes by refusing to even look at him. He is starting to get in serious pain now and is franticly screaming for help. He begs and cries as the people still just pass him by.

And then finally a man comes up and helps. He sets him free from the killing trap. The young man with a tear streaked face is full of gratitude and a friendship is born? Or the mask is quickly pulled back in place, every man for himself, no display of emotions, and each on his separate way...? Or is it a female? In which case some show of emotions is allowed, they could be... sex mates? Or no! The man is married and thus any real emotional connection with any woman that is not his wife would be inappropriate.

One should try to not be a part of such a world. I did write a song even where the concealers and such are like ghosts...