And Then There Were None
Substack Edition
Ten Substack writers in East Transylvania,
All on the run from
.“BLEH!”, he exclaimed, pale and a cannibal,
“I vant! To drink! Your elite human capital!”
None in the group were as quick as
,Who fashioned a scythe with the skill of a gilder.
“I am ze vampire who keeeeelled D—E—I!”
“Yes. You Are. And now you must die.”
The scythe swished through the air. A …
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