This is an example of flash fiction, the story I wrote for last monday night.
REFLECTION
        The mirror was a reflection of death, and John knew why. The Book of Spirits, Witchcraft and Spells had told of the theory to turn a corpse into a vampire, by use of the mirror. If the corpse were able to see itself, its soul would be trapped, resulting in vampire transformation. So there it lay, the test subject, dug up by himself and Abram, in Oak Park Cemetery, and dawn was just around the corner.
        So you think this will work?
        Not sure, Abram shrugged and then smiled. Well soon find out, though.
        Just then the body jerked, and they almost jumped out of their skins. The head turned from side to side, and then it sat up, empty of consciousness. It was a woman, once upon a time, and now a vampire. Her eyes bounced to life, then her mouth jerked open to reveal sharp incisors. Abram started to run but the undead was too fast. She jumped, landed on him, and grabbed him by the hair and, pulling his head back, sunk her teeth into his neck. Slurping sounds proceeded from the wound, and John continued to write the experience down.
        As she filled her stomach with Abrams life force, the sun began to rise. The sunlight bathed her skin, but nothing happened. She retreated into a mausoleum nearby and dragged Abram along to keep her company.
        Excellent, thought John. So much for the sunlight myth. Now
REFLECTION
        The mirror was a reflection of death, and John knew why. The Book of Spirits, Witchcraft and Spells had told of the theory to turn a corpse into a vampire, by use of the mirror. If the corpse were able to see itself, its soul would be trapped, resulting in vampire transformation. So there it lay, the test subject, dug up by himself and Abram, in Oak Park Cemetery, and dawn was just around the corner.
        So you think this will work?
        Not sure, Abram shrugged and then smiled. Well soon find out, though.
        Just then the body jerked, and they almost jumped out of their skins. The head turned from side to side, and then it sat up, empty of consciousness. It was a woman, once upon a time, and now a vampire. Her eyes bounced to life, then her mouth jerked open to reveal sharp incisors. Abram started to run but the undead was too fast. She jumped, landed on him, and grabbed him by the hair and, pulling his head back, sunk her teeth into his neck. Slurping sounds proceeded from the wound, and John continued to write the experience down.
        As she filled her stomach with Abrams life force, the sun began to rise. The sunlight bathed her skin, but nothing happened. She retreated into a mausoleum nearby and dragged Abram along to keep her company.
        Excellent, thought John. So much for the sunlight myth. Now
Mark
"If Rick Allen from Def Leppard can play drums with one arm, I can play anything I want!"
"If Rick Allen from Def Leppard can play drums with one arm, I can play anything I want!"

