Cemetary Tale

1- The Bloodbank

Arms around his waist

His teeth in her arm

The bloodbank is but seventeen

His intent is for harm

She’s lost in her dark fairy tales

He is a wastrel with an acquired taste.


It’s an unquenchable addiction

Human blood

He’s got it bad

He craves his love

But not in the way that she craves him

Before sunrise, she’ll meet her fate grim.


2- The Slayer

The slayer is the strongest girl I know of.

She fights parasites like him every night

She’s the chosen one

She has to be forever mighty

Her dreams are borrowed from other stories

Of ‘normal life’ no matter how boring.


Her calling feeds on the scraps of humanity she has left

I’m surprised she’s not gone mad

She gets no buzz from the kill,

There’s no fun to be had

From scouring the graveyards every night

Searching for some vampire to fight.


3. The Bloodsucker

Blood, blood, blood.

No other substance beats it for him

Nothing ever tastes the same

It’s a need worse than heroin,

And he loves the kill and the chase

Seducing his victim, feel her final breath

Before he tears her throat from her neck.



4- Meeting

The night’s cold

She’s no mood for stale air

He is on the hunt- he spots her

Walking amongst the graves.

She looks no more than fifteen

He catches her gaze

His morale code is so dampened its unreadable!

Young blood’s best.

‘Mourning dear old grandmamma?’

He snickers to himself

‘I think she will be vulnerable!’

They finally meet on the path

When she sees, she sprints

The fight will become a bloodbath.


Ha, ha, ha

This little spindly young thing

Wants to take him in a fight?

He is immortal, neverending

But then he realises by her punch

That she is the slayer, and his

Days of drinking blood are done.


Stabbed in the chest

The stake turns him to dust.

The slayer doesn’t enjoy her work

She does what she must

To protect the world from the

Demon scourges, evil

And that vampire disease.


(c) Jen Hughes

First published on Seakay’s Guide To Storytelling



Self Aware?

Light flows through my hands.

My brain is a hive of buzzing bees.

You must understand,

I need a release!


I have the urge to write like

The need to pee.

Things like Task and Time

Are learned concepts to me.


I cannot truly imagine what an idea ‘should’ look like

I can only release what’s already inside.

A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words (Flash Fiction)

In this world, your words is all you have. And if you don’t have the paper? You just don’t get what you want. And by God I wanted that painting more than anything in the world. A portrait, painted of my mother by my cousin and local artist-celebrity, Duaz Romandsu. It was painted in his school years, yet he insists on charging me 1,000 big ones for it! I told him I could produce that by the end of the month. I am a writer, my novel A Book Holds A House of Gold series made a bit of dough. So of course I’d put in for it (though really he should have given me it for free the robbing so-and-so).

So the big moment arrived. I put the pages down at that opportunistic little weasel’s desk. An essay on why he wanted the painting so badly. I’d spent the best part of two months on it! He lifted it up and leafed through briefly before remarking, “Hmm yes, this’ll do. Help yourself”. As I went to lift the canvas with my beautiful mother on it, he continued on with some monstrosity of a modern art piece.

Entering NaNoWriMo/Starting the Dormant Queen

Well as you can guess by the title, I am participating in National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo for short. I’ve been Facebooking and Tweeting about it for a few days now, and feel my time there deserves a blog entry.

For those who are unsure what NaNoWriMo is, it is a writing program where participants aim to write 50,000 words of a novel in just 30 days. It takes place in November, with optional editing periods during January or February. If you’ve been wanting to write a novel but have found it difficult to stay motivated, this is a good way to start. You can buddy up with people who can encourage you and cheer you on, or act as an audience.

NaNoWriMo itself is a non profit organisation and website that runs almost solely on donations from participants and its website helps keep together this world-wide operation to get people writing during November. Everyone has at least one novel in them, I believe. If you want to find out more, go to http://nanowrimo.org/

I first heard about it through my friend, who also put me onto Archive of Our Own, who told me it was a lot of fun. I was a bit sceptical at first, just because I wanted to build a short story portfolio at the time. Then during October, I decided to be a little bit more selfish. I’ve had this Dormant Queen novel brewing and developing since 2013/2014, and I felt that the plot and characters were relevant to me now. And I’ve been writing nothing but short stories, flash fictions and poems for the past two years, as I didn’t feel like I could finish a full novel. Now I feel like I should give it a try.

Although I also want to put out a Harry Potter spoof serial of five parts on the website, in time for Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them coming out on the 17th. I may have taken on waaay too much. All my motivation is going to my novel.

NaNoWriMo is really working for me. I’ve already written the 6th chapter of The Dormant Queen, and working through Chapter 7 tomorrow. When I first started, I hadn’t actually thought that I could possibly get as far as the middle of the novel as I find it so difficult to finish things. Although it might seem modest so far, especially considering that I’ve started on the 25th October as opposed to the first, I’m so proud of my progress I can’t contain it! It’ll be amazing to have a completed novel, even if it is a very very rough draft.

I had to get it all out! I’m so happy!

Happy writing everyone!