Unholy Trinity: Circle of Unlife by Shawn M. Klimek

Our church worships at the altar of the Unholy Trinity. Its gospels are delivered as a trio of dark drabbles, linked so that Three become One. All hail the power of the Three.

Dangerous

Gripping his daughter’s arm, Horace Banks watched through the front door peephole until her boyfriend had departed.

“I’m tired,” she complained.

“That’s because it’s almost morning!” He faced her, scowling. “And you look pale. Do you starve yourself to look thin for that fool?”

Karen pouted, rubbing her neck. “Henrik always says I should eat more, Dad. And he’s no fool.”

“Who else rides a motorcycle at night wearing all black and without a helmet, but a fool or someone with a death wish.”

She giggled.

“What’s funny?”

“Henrik just said the same thing about you waiting up for me.”

A Vampire’s Tail

Lewis watched as the mysterious figure he’d been following climbed a fire escape to enter an apartment building by a third story window. Once he was out of sight, he took out his phone to message Baxter.

“Patience has paid off,” he wrote.

“What do you mean?”

“I finally tracked the vampire to his lair!”

“At last! Be careful.”

“I will. Meet at dawn to finish him off?”

“With pleasure. Send me the address.”

Lewis texted the address.

“Meeting here is fine. I meant the lair address,” said Baxter.

Lewis’s hands shook as he responded.

“GET OUT NOW!” he wrote.

My Immortal Calendar

Miraculously, the hunter’s wooden stake had missed my heart. Only by superhuman will did I restrain my monstrous rage. Having sensed the heartbeats of an overwhelming mob of accomplices, it seemed wiser to play dead. My subterfuge was so convincing that they imprisoned me amongst the Christian saints.

The dirt on all sides of my crypt expands and contracts slightly with the passing seasons, causing the marble walls to creak. I cannot count days by this glacial rhythm, but I can measure the passing of idle centuries. My immortal calendar is an expanding crack in the slab above my head.

Shawn Klimek

Shawn M. Klimek is an award-winning author and poet credited with more than 100 publications. He lives in Illinois with his Air Force nurse wife and their adorable Maltese.  Find a complete index of his published works (plus bonus reads) at https://jotinthedark.blogspot.com/ and follow his ongoing writing adventures at https://facebook.com/shawnmklimekauthor/.

Stephanie Ellis

Stephanie Ellis is a member of the HWA and writes dark speculative prose and poetry which has been published in a variety of magazines and anthologies, including Flame Tree Press' A Dying Planet and Nosetouch Press' Fiends in the Furrows. She is the author of gothic novella, Bottled, from Silver Shamrock Publishing and the novelette, Asylum of Shadows from Demain Publishing. Her first novel, The Way of the Mother, is due out in October, via Silver Shamrock. She can be found at https://stephanieellis.org/ and on twitter @el_Stevie.

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