Posts Tagged ‘zombies’

Yeah, sorry for the long time between posts, real life intruded and I’m a lazy attention-deficit bastard. My sincerest apologies. But here’s the updates that have gone down in my absence:

– I’m now publishing a serial horror novella called Everybody But Lazarus in the online literary magazine Tales of the Zombie War, which recently posted my intro to that story here: Everybody But Lazarus – Living Dead Girl. If you’re into horror, zombies, etc…you might want to check that one out. I’m in revisions on the second chapter, which I thought had been lost to hand-scribbled oblivion in the span of time it took TotZW to post the first chapter, but thankfully I DID end up typing the second chapter out and backing it up online. Yay for technology. And zombies.

– I’m going to be out of the country from 22 October through 2 November, so I’m about to drop off the face of the planet again, at least for a little while, so I can drink some mai tais and generally recover from life. Hopefully when I get back I will be able to get into some kind of a more regular weekly posting schedule. I’m thinking one Weapon post a week and at least one Salt over Shoulder post, probably an essay about the publication business or a movie review or whatever other rave du jour I can come up with.

That’s all I got for now folks. Hopefully I’ll be able to get a few more good posts up on here this week, as well as catch up on some of the writer/literary blogs I’ve been neglecting on my to-read list. ‘Til next time!

On Friday, Jack Tulson had nothing more dire to consider than a forecasted thunderstorm for the weekend that threatened his intentions of mowing the lawn. By Sunday, his primary concern was making sure no one disemboweled him.

Jack was not a news reading man. He would say so with no defensive pretension, and took the word of those who did bother to read the news as a relative truth. Up until that Saturday morning, he felt no reason to believe that the news was anything but truthful. When he was channel surfing with a cup of coffee and heard a snatch of breaking news about resurrection, the surreality of the announcement caused him to flip back.

They possessed no idea what was causing the dead to rise, and that was somehow the worst part. If they knew, they certainly weren’t saying, not academia nor government nor military. Jack made another pot of coffee and watched CNN replay a home video of time-shredded hands scrabbling from the newly turned dirt of a Florida cemetery with stunned disbelief. Only it wasn’t just zombies in Niceville, Florida or San Diego, California. It was everywhere, and how did you explain that?

~ “Neighborhood Watch”