Vampires do change, and it probably involves inner psychological identity, so probably one of the vampire stories here.



  • "If any one plot is truly magical, metamorphosis is it. Most of the master plots are grounded in reality: They deal with situations and people whom we readily recognize because they're based in our experience. Even good science fiction and fantasy stories are ultimately as real in their portrayal of people and events as anything by Henry James or Jane Austen. Science Fiction author Theodore Sturgeon pointed out that a good science fiction story deals with a _human_ problem and a _human_ solution. Fiction, whether it happens in Middle Earth or in a galaxy far, far away, is always about _us._ Fiction reveals truths that reality obscures." "...In the metamorphosis plot, the physical characteristics of the protagonist actually change from one form to another. ..." animal to human, human to beast, etc. with change that is physical and emotional. metaphor, allegory, and mixes...wolfman, vampire, beauty and the beast, etc.
  • In this fantastic plot, the protagonist is physically transformed, perhaps into beast or perhaps into some spiritual or alien form. The story may then continue with the changed person struggling to be released or to use their new form for some particular purpose. Eventually, the hero is released, perhaps through some great act of love.
  • this plot involves the physical characteristics of the Protagonist actually changing from one form to another (reflecting their inner psychological identity).


from Westallipacolypse

Miss Joanne was the first person to notice something was wrong.  No sooner had the lead horse crossed 76th and Greenfield did the dark cover move overhead like obedient nimbus clouds keeping pace with the West Allis Central marching band.  She thought long and hard about the weather forecast.  No rain was predicted.  However, it didn’t stop at one cloud.  Darkness quickly fell over West Allis.  As Miss Joanne’s conscience told her she did something very bad, Rob K. Mastrowski showed up at her side.  He never came out in the daylight.  Miss Joanne disappeared faster than a Pabst Blue Ribbon at a NASCAR race, as she became part of the first wave of the slaughter of innocents, her pepper spray still in her pocket. 


West Allis Western Days ended with savage butchery.  The internet reported the event, not because of its violent singularity, but because of the phenomenon that repeated across the globe.  Millions succumbed to the vile creatures that had lived among us, biding their time.  The age of the vampire had dawned, ironically, to a world bathed with continuous twilight. 


God scolded the world and his creation.  For years, the people ignored the reality of their impending fate.  Individualism and hedonism led to ignorance.  God turned his back.  Now, in their days of unbelief, they had to show this eternal being that Man’s resolve transcends the mistakes they’ve made.  They needed hope.  In times like this, God sends a voice in the wilderness. 


This voice, this prophet from days of old, came from the voice of an innocent.  Steven Greenblatt looked at his only son, Hunter.  Only seven-years old.  Hunter’s older sister Molly, one arm draped across his shoulders, continued to be the babysitter.  No longer the four-year-old who survived a drugged-out car thief, she was an eleven-year-old going on 30.  She had watched as her older sister and mother were overwhelmed by an early assault of the undead.  Sent off to either a feeding or breeding camps of which only one had returned, Big Red.  Molly joined with her father and other members of the crowd to keep from joining her mother and sister’s fate.  She fought to protect Hunter as the creatures clawed at such a tasty morsel.  Now, Steven’s two youngest became more than passive-victims.  Molly was a life-giver: healing resistance fighters on their return from their skirmishes with the undead, running water and ammo to the frontlines, and cooking meager meals to everyone still counted among the living.  A full-year removed from those first dark days, Steven beamed with pride at how well adjusted his children were to their new reality which consisted of humble living quarters of a hollowed out Sam’s Club.

“Wolverines!”  An obnoxious voice boomed from the entrance of the rebels’ hideaway, jarring Steven from reminiscing about the days of old.  Those days when his biggest problems were an unfaithful wife and the inability to make ends meet.  How times have changed.  That obnoxious voice, however, was music to his ears.  It meant that Weldon Bell and his “Wolverines” were victorious on the battlefield.  Steven smiled.  Weldon may be, as a few said, “a little touched," but Steven saw a man who grew up because he had to, not because he wanted to.  He saw a man trying to fit the definition of a “hero” he read about in a comic book, not necessarily what their current reality dictated.  And, of course, clearly he watched too much Red Dawn.  Minimally, it warmed Steven’s heart that he watched the 1984 classic, not that crappy remake.  Long live Charlie Sheen.  God rest his undead soul.  Steven watched as Weldon was met by the Resistance’s royalty, Chigger and Big Red....

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  • Only In Florida: Millionaire Stealing From Kmart
    Where else would a guy who owns an $8 million private island and a Real World House decide to steal from Kmart? Nowhere else. Only in Florida. I thought that it was uniquely Florida when three guys walked right into a Walmart and stole the arcade claw machine, loading it into their pickup truck as if they were going to service it. But those guys were probably unemployed or at least poor, so it was just a badly-hatched plan. So was the plan to buy items at Kmart and then return different items in the boxes. But the Kmart plan was devised by a guy with enough capital to purchase an $8 million island, so it's even more odd.

    With how easily the man was caught, I have to assume he was not a career store scammer. There's no way that someone who tries to steal $300 from Kmart (minus the value of the items that were returned in the boxes) has pulled it off enough to become a millionaire.

    Maybe he figured he'd be safe once on his own island. He could use his new Keurig every morning as he watched the sunrise over the ocean. I assume his new island didn't have a basketball court, since that's the item he stuffed into the coffee maker box when it was returned.

    Normally, people who become millionaires don't steal small stuff, unless it's lots of small stuff, like fraudulent billing of patients of your healthcare company. I wonder if this man can plead the 5th and get out of any responsibility for stealing from Kmart. Perhaps that's all it takes to get away with stealing when you're rich; I wouldn't know.

    Anyhow, no man is an island entire of himself. He needs stuff, even if he is technically living on a private island. I suppose the monthly mortgage on an $8 million island might get a little steep. At 20% down on a 30-year loan, the island would run $30,260 a month. That's probably about what an average Kmart sells in a month. I'm kidding, I think. This guy was probably just strapped for cash after having spent over $1.5 million on a down payment, so he needed some necessities, like a Keurig coffee machine.
  • Followed Home in Jacksonville
    A neighbor was recently followed home by a white SUV, and the comments on Nextdoor were all over the place. I think there are several angles to consider here, even though most of the people commenting were fairly single-minded in how they saw the situation.

    Call the Police
    Most reactions were that of calling the police. This was 1:30 in the morning, and a man was being followed all the way to his home, and when the man turned away, he was also followed right up to the point he entered a 24-hour gas station. One comment was to call the police while being followed. That's good advice, so long as you weren't drinking at your friend's house until 1:30, which I have to assume was the case. When the police show up to help you out, the white SUV will be long gone, and you'll be asked to exit the vehicle for a little test.

    Back in Milwaukee, my car got broken into while I was at a friend's house. We yelled at the kids as they tried to hotwire the car, and then called the police as they ran away. We'd been drinking a little bit, so it was surprising that the cops got the car fully hotwired for me and sent me on my way, broken back window and all. That was 20 years ago and in Milwaukee (Beer Capital of America). I don't expect any breaks like this in Jacksonville, so my advice would be to do exactly what this guy did if you've had a couple of drinks.

    Ask The Police
    Another theory is that the car was an undercover police car "running tags." These folks suggested the man call the police and ask. The problem is that since following someone around and running the tags is probably illegal, even if that was happening, I doubt it would be confirmed. Therefore, asking the police would not get a definitive answer.

    I've personally seen this happen, back in suburban Milwaukee. Cruisers would be at a stop light behind a car and on a laptop. Even though it was considered to be against the rules, it probably happened all the time when those computers were first installed. I think this behavior has been cracked down on to some extent, but an officer might still follow a car with a broken tail light just to see if the driver seems to be swaying around in his lanes, especially at 1:30am.

    Be Relieved
    One neighbor, to the consternation of most other neighbors, said that there was no proof the occupants of the car were up to no good. It's certainly true that no obvious crime occurred, even if most of us would consider following someone at 1:30am to be unacceptable, criminal-like behavior. If nothing else, the intent was to frighten the man. Whether it was a criminal, a cop, or a concerned citizen, when you follow someone all the way home at that hour, you want to frighten the person (or sneak up behind him). Georgia has a stalking law that might be applicable here, but I did not see one for Florida, where stalking is more about "a person who willfully, maliciously, and repeatedly follows, harasses, or cyberstalks" someone else. That means that criminals can legally stalk a dozen potential victims each day and never be breaking any law.

    Man or Woman, Do This
    If this kind of thing happens to you, it might seem to make sense to get home. The problem here is that you are leading someone to your house, even if they bail. They might now assume you work a late shift. Maybe they were following you to seek revenge for cutting them off, and they'll tag your garage door later on. And maybe, they'll be faster to the weapon than you.

    Therefore, it's recommended that you lead them back out of your neighborhood, just like the man in the story did. Take them to a public place and call the cops. If you're a little intoxicated, maybe wake up a dozen friends and round up the posse. I'd try to get to a public place where I know there are obvious cameras mounted. Even when you get somewhere more public, it's probably not a good idea to reach for your gun or tire iron right away. At least fake dial and talk on your phone before you get out of the car. You could probably hit the old panic button on the car, too, since noise tends to ward off criminals. At least I'd do some of that stuff before I decide to escalate the situation.

  • Losing Your Mom is Rough, But...
    I think we all understand that we're going to die someday. We also should understand that our loved ones will also die. There are several people in our lives that we don't want to see go, and I am sure the death of a child is the worst to have to deal with. Parents and siblings, too. But again, it's going to happen. That's why I was little surprised at the sports reporting on a local news channel from Georgia.

    Tom Crean lost his mom the day before he coached a game. That's unfortunate. I like Tom Crean because he used to coach one of the teams I kind of followed back in Milwaukee. Marquette, not Indiana. I felt sad for him because his mom died. He coached a game the next day, probably to try to move on, but, of course, the press asked him about it after Georgia's loss to Florida.

    Honestly, I could not imagine doing an interview the day after a loved one died, so I can understand that Tom might say something kind of odd. He said that it was difficult to go through and he hoped than any of us who have not gone through it would not have to do so.

    Think about that. Technically, if you don't go through your mom or dad dying, that means they'll be the ones going through you dying. Or it means they are somehow strangers to you, and that's really much worse than having to deal with their deaths. Mostly, it's just a good reminder that, even if you go to work the day after your mom dies, you should skip the interview with reporters.

    In the end, it's just reminder of our own (and everyone else's) mortality. We will all mourn or be mourned at some point. We don't really want a world where no one has to go through that, as it would mean we don't care about anyone and no one cares about us. Anyhow, the next time a loved one of yours passes on, I hope you remember that it's actually good that you feel sad. It's that whole idea of not asking for whom the bell tolls because it tolls for all of us.