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    Wendy

    Congratulations, #9!

    heidimo

    congrats, #9! well done!

    Dorothy

    Congratulations, #9. Good work that I look forward to seeing more of.

    I already sent Ray an email, but I'd also like to take the chance to thank everyone who participated, both as writers and as critters, whether for my own entry (#4) or the other entries. I learned a lot from all of you.

    john palmer

    Just after dark, death grabbed me by the ass. Literally. [Setting "literally" off as a sentence fragment feels like overkill. How about a dash? Then make the resulting sentence a paragraph, which emphasizes the whole thought?] The moon was out, cool September breezes were scented with hints that fall was coming, and I was trotting over a mound of fresh earth, not an uncommon thing in a graveyard, my mind on a svelte little Siamese over on 15th Street who was coming into heat. A hand shot up out of the dirt and grabbed my hind legs.

    [A paragraph break here disrupts a very quick and smooth maneouver by the vampire.]

    I twisted and went for the hand with my claws, but another hand burst out and caught my neck, and the two snapped my body straight. A woman's face poked out of the ground. She sat up, holding me in front of her. I figured I was about to kiss my furry butt goodbye, and I was right. Sort of. [Same complaint about the frag, only more so here: it's overkill.]

    The woman looked to be thirty-something. Dirty blonde hair -- with dirt, that is [Love it!]. Her bulging eyes were scary, but I forgot all about her eyes when she put her mouth on my throat and bit. [Nice undertatement] She got her teeth into ["through"?] my skin and I felt a warm rush of blood. [No pain?] Putting her lips to the wound, she sucked and slurped. Strength and will drained out of me, along with the sweet sauce of life[Nice phrase.].

    I didn't even have enough energy to have regrets except, maybe, for peeing on my associate Amy's bed because she switched brands of cat food without asking. A petty thing for me to do, I admit. [This breaks the willing suspension of disbelief for me. Yes, it's comedy, but I can't picture this going through the kitty's brain at a time like this.]

    The writing is very clear and readable, and I am intrigued enough by the premise to read on.

    Kammy

    Great work, #9! Congrats!

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