Paranormal, Horror
Date Published: December 20, 2020
When love takes a turn, what are you willing to do to keep it?
Terra’s love life is a monster so she sets out to see her old flame Nathaniel Johnston. But when she finds he is no longer living either, eternity is theirs. Bringing him back will get her a husband because of her passionate feelings for him.
Johnston is her new life, but when they are on their honeymoon in Germany things take a bad turn. The castle they stay in creates too much distance between the two.
Can she get closer to him before it’s too late?
Excerpt
The Mystery Of Frankenstein’s
Bride
Frankenstein stomped through the water and quickly strangled the man watching as the lady gasped.
He left on his deadly rampage to terrorize the city! He crept towards the stone structure where he was
made and entered. The grounds keeper ran as Frankenstein made his way back to his dwelling place,
knocking down the lantern that was left behind. A wood chair caught on fire.
A mob with torches arrived. They outnumbered him by thirty-five so they weren’t afraid. The
Frankenstein death toll had been 5. The 6 foot tall monster headed toward the dungeon as the fire
burned everything it could. It soon burned the front door. Now no one could get in.
Dr. Frankenstein appeared. “Why have you done this?” shouted the mob.
“It was an experiment,” he replied nervous.
“Just tell us what to do,” came from the mob.
“Find him and lock him away,” suggested a mob member.
“That’s all we can do,” mob man said. “Is there another way in?”
“Through the back,” the mad scientist replied. They all ran that way but the smoke and fire warned
them not to enter. Even if it looked okay. They could see Frankenstein in a window three stories up.
“Fire bad,” they could hear the deep voice say. And he was gone. A moment later he broke through
a downstairs window and headed into the deep woods. The villagers filled their buckets with water and
struggled to put it out before it got to the woods.
The bride of Frankenstein sat on her throne listening to the radio. Her black lips unhappy from the
news. “Another body has been found in the wheat field. It looks like another victim of Dr.
Frankenstein’s experiment,” the radio announced. It looked like her fiance would not return soon.
But they were perfect for each other. They were undead, engaged, and hated fire. Only he was killing
nice, decent, innocent people.
She sat and thought about all the young men she loved in her short life. But there was one she loved
the most. A banker from Chicago had stolen her heart one summer. He was tall, dark, and handsome.
They dated, stayed together, and were in love. They weren’t married but were parted by death when
she fell ill with pneumonia at only thirty-four.
In the afterlife she missed him and watched lovingly over him. Suddenly she became angry with
Frankenstein. She picked up the table and threw it across the room with ease. It shattered into pieces
as she growled. How could he do this to her? She decided she would not marry him. She never
wanted to see him again.
About the Author
Martha has studied writing with Writer’s Digest and has an Associate’s degree in Social Services. She has also written poems and songs and even studied screen writing and horror. She still writes and likes getting writing prompts. Her favorite author is VC Andrews.
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