Steam Punk Goth Novels & Stories

I’m grateful dance has given my thighs strong muscles and my body endurance. The bar is full of goths as usual, of varying degrees of flamboyance. Most of the kids are dressed casually with Gothic touches—black lipstick here, a spiked dog collar there, black clothing everywhere. Many of the girls are wearing corset tops, real ones with stays. All of it is expensive-looking and elegant. Black nail polish is nearly universal. I’ve never seen a town with such a high goth subculture population.

Brief, steam-like hisses accompany the repeated sound of nail guns punching, as the inverted collar spikes sink into human necks, drawing blood and forcing the new slaves to start pushing the huge money bags along. “Sub-level 5: Child-killers, mass murderers and random shooters. Those who bullied the weak. Also the slothful and the morose. If you look to your right, you might catch glimpse of the abominable River Styx.” I smell something like sewer gas and before anyone can scream “God have mercy,” a tidal wave of some nasty liquid has engulfed the elevator. I savor a few precious seconds of peace thinking how like a blessing it would be to finally die in the intangible hands of the element

He says and I nod still as I continue to gather my still scattered wits. “So I’m guessing you’re the owner of Sizzle and Steam right?” he asks and I nod “Just you alone? Because you mentioned a partner?” he prods and I shake my head “I own fifty percent of Sizzle and Steam. Cameron my partner owns the other fifty percent.” I explain.

And they’re surprised that the students are going postal? Apparently, a group of Goth kids was going to commit a campus rampage. It’s always the effing Goth kids. Just once, can’t it be a group of cheerleaders, damn it? The ringleader of this particular group of Goths is a kid named Derek Johnson. A picture of the douche is included. Typical angsty, emo, Goth kid. Eyeliner. Hair dyed black as a raven. Skin paler than Sean Patrick Flannery in Powder. Hot Topic wardrobe with depressingly deep quotes from Edgar Allan Poe. Earrings. Nose rings. Lip rings. Chin rings. Probably rings in places I don’t even want to think about. An overall attitude and appearance that screams, “I am a tragically uni

"Like what?" "The rockstar look; with the black leather pants, the dark make-up, and all of that." October made a face to show her distaste. Alistair laughed. "Most vampires do that, that's where humans got the goth look from." October thought that it made sense.

TOBY It looks like any other sauna: wooden walls, benches along the sides, and a big heater in the middle with hot stones on top, pouring clouds of steam into the room. The only thing that sets it apart is the two guys in the corner, naked, their bodies pressed together, mouths locked in a passionate kiss. They pay us no attention as we walk in. Diesel and I keep our towels on and sit down on the opposite side of where the action is happening. “Shit, Tobs, this place is wild, huh? Never knew there were so many gays in this city.” Diesel does his best to keep it low, but with a voice like his, it’s pointless.

She asked nonchalantly, although, she was interested in doing anything but sit in the apartment another night. He again waved his hand. “It’s a Gothic Club, I suppose. The type of club where young adults act and live out the vampire lifestyle, you know the type I’m referring to, the music is loud; the drinks watered down, and everyone acts like something they’re not.” “I guess… I could check it out.” She added, heading towards the hall. “That is, if you don’t have anything for me to do.” There was a slight hint in her voice asking him to have nothing for her to do.