|short story| The Sands of Time

The hourglass was 20 feet high. Banded with bronze sheeting, and interlaced with stout tinted glass, it loomed over the jungle. There were panthers and alligators prowling about down there. Up here was only the hourglass — and a man. The man disturbed the sand by moving to one side like a sand-surfer. His eyes: […]

|short story| The Vampire’s Kiss

The door boomed loudly shut, seeming to spread in sonic waves throughout the castle, and Nigel Blackthorn closed his eyes and shivered. He was alone now. He knew it in his bones in a way he’d known few facts. Parked outside the Transylvanian castle were his carriage and two horses. The horses would have to […]

Introduction

Everything is unfolding before your eyes… *arched eyebrow* Hello. It’s me, Greg Nikolic. I hope this day finds you doing well. I am doing fan-fuckin’-tastic, with room to spare for rainbows galore! *chortling* Yes, I am… and you would be too, if you had a blog as beautiful and as spare as this. Dark Sport […]