Leaves change their summer colors
Green into yellow
Leaves change their summer colors
Green into yellow
A boy lost. A family desperate. It’s Christmas in a Zombie Apocalypse and Mike Beem is once again aiming for another Holiday miracle. His goal this year isn’t toys for the kids in the neighborhood. His goal this time is trying to save one small life so another family doesn’t have to suffer the way he suffered.
December the 23rd
Mike Beem lowered his rifle, put his right eye on the scope, and closed his left. The zombie he was about to shoot was an ugly sucker. He stood about five feet tall, and was currently surrounded by 10 other zombies – all of them dead, rotten, and ugly. They were currently trying to kill a frantic man standing on top of a closed dumpster. He was waving a dying flare at them, firing an empty pistol over and over again in hopes that magic bullets would appear in the chamber the longer he kept firing.
The five foot tall zombie lost his head. Blood and maggot filled brains splattered a nearby wall and part of the dumpster. Mike aimed again, and another zombie lost its head, then another and another and another until all of them lay splattered on the ground in front of the dumpster.
The man on top of the trash bin looked up at the top of the building as the flare died out, and waved to his savior, who was currently in the shadows. Mike waved back as another zombie shambled down the alley towards the man. Mike slung the gun over his shoulder and shimmied down the escape ladder, landing on the ground inches behind the zombie – a woman with dirty entrails dragging out behind her. She turned to bite, and Mike shoved a knife into her skull. He pulled the blade out, wiping it off as he let her drop to the ground, and made his way over to the man on the dumpster.
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A short story about a road racing champion who meets his match in the form of a stranger who may or may not be the ghost of James Dean himself.
Leaning against a 1949 black Mercury was a man who looked just like James Dean. He wore his hair kind of long and wavy. He had on jeans rolled up at the ankles, a black leather coat with a white tee shirt underneath it, and a pair of black Chuck Taylor sneakers on his feet. He was smoking a cigarette, and staring off into the warm North Carolina night. His eyes were unblinking, frozen, and focused.
“Do you know who you’re talking to?” The brunette woman asked. She wanted so badly to stand up for her man who, at the moment, was currently trying to form words.
“I have an idea,” the stranger replied, as he inhaled on his cigarette, blew out the smoke, and then placed it back on his lips, dangling it ever so.
“You should show some respect then,” the brunette woman replied.
“Are you going to let that little girl speak for you, or are you going to do it yourself? Real men wouldn’t hide behind a skirt,” the stranger replied, eyes still focused forward. He stood there just as calm as could be with the full moon-light casting a ghostly glow across his entire body.
“Do you really think you can beat me?” Sandy beefed up his chest, finally spitting out some words, even though he was scared to death. All the way down to his bones he was shaking, but he was trying not to show it. This stranger really had him spooked, and for the first time in a long time, he thought he might have found a competitor that could end his undefeated streak.
Barrage of acorns
On my roof they rat tat tat
Like machine gun fire
Standing in my room
Shape of a ghostly figure
Dressed in ancient clothes
For more prompts like “shape” go here: Haiku Horizons
Star Wars mug filled up
Full of hot steamy coffee
Caffeine starts the day
Have you guys seen the new Rogue One trailer?
Trees slowly fill with color
Hints of soft yellow
Not related at all to the Fall.
Just wanted to post two awesome songs.
Enjoy and happy Saturday.
EXCERPT: The Man from the Road
The man stepped back. He had seen enough, fear had finally given him common sense. He knew he needed to run. He knew he needed to flee. Where to, though, and how quick? When he didn’t even know where he was or where he could go to be safe.
While he stood there a moment debating, his eyes and face shifted upwards. He noticed that the leaves of the trees above him and around him were singing a mystical chant, and moving in tune with the dancers. He also noticed that the trees themselves had started to sway and move just like the leaves connected to them.
He looked down, and he saw that the plants were dancing and humming as well. He flipped his eyes up to the road, and saw the rocks on the gravel road were now bouncing off of each other like they were in a mating dance, popping like popcorn.
He felt something brush his legs, stepped back from it, as the blades of tall grass he was standing in started to move and gyrate; and then he realized that even the dirt on the ground was now responding to this ritualistic chant.
Then the dance came to a sudden stop, and the world at large fell into a quiet eerie silence.
The man peered back through the bushes, his eyes alive with curiosity, thorns digging in, blood running free, the ground lapping it up.
1. The Man from the Road: A man suddenly appears on a road. He’s lost, confused, no clue as to how he got there. He starts to walk and stops suddenly. There’s a bonfire in a field nearby. He sees people dancing around this fire. They are performing some kind of ritual. He turns to flee, but he’s captured. No chance of escape. He hopes he is only dreaming, because all of this seems a bit too real.
2. The Living Sand: Two boys discover a hidden beach and the evil deadly secrets that lie within its soft white grains of sand.
3. SHe: A monster stalks the city of Tampa Bay. This monster is only attacking women taking only the one thing it needs. Tim Roberts, a detective, is hot on this monster’s trail. Will he catch this monster in time or will this monster feed until it has its fill? Be careful Tim, this monster has a secret yet to be revealed.
4. A Zombie Christmas: Three men risk life and limb in a Zombie Apocalypse in order to bring happiness to surviving kids on Christmas Morning.
5. Need to Feed: Another year. Another massacre looming. When the sun rises on the Old West town of Saltwater Junction this town will face head on two fierce predators. Vampires who stalk you in the sunlight and werewolves that transform with the sunrise. This short story rewrites the legends and all you’ve ever known about these creatures of the night. Where do you go when there’s no place left to hide?
6. A Haunted House Tale: Five college students on Halloween night set out to discover the secrets of the town’s most infamous haunted house. Will these students live to see the morning or will this house claim five more victims?
7. A Zombie Thanksgiving: A woman risks life and limb in a Zombie Apocalypse in order to keep the Thanksgiving tradition alive.
8. Sandy and The Stranger: A road racing champion meets his match in the form of a stranger who may or may not be the ghost of James Dean himself.
9. Demon Energy: A short story about 1 man possessed and tormented by a 1000 demons who must fight for a soul he is starting to lose. Will he ever find salvation or is his body now an eternal host of hell?
10. Killer Treads: A short story about a man who sees a flashy ad online advertising a twenty dollar treadmill. He buys the machine, too cheap to be scared, and realizes much to his dismay that this machine has a taste for blood. Big Bob better run like his life depends on it because in many ways it does.
11. A Zombie New Year’s Eve: Becky and Joe are separated in a Zombie Apocalypse and risk life and limb in order to reunite for their New Year’s Eve kiss.
12. Joyride: A Joyride in a Chevy Chevelle. The car was just sitting there for the taking. What could possibly go wrong? Vinnie and Mike are about to find out what can and will go wrong once they turn the key. Evil awaits.
13. A Vampire at Christmas: A Vampire uses his riches and immortal skills to bring joy to those in need during the Christmas Season.
Release Date: October 21, 2016
This short story is about a Christmas Tree lot that has evil intentions.
Ernie looked from the fence to the house Gavin was trapped in. The house, like the trees and everything else around it, appeared one day as if they had dropped out of the sky. Gavin for some reason had decided to make this place a home (modeled like a gingerbread house) even though it wasn’t meant to be lived in. The house was nothing more than an empty shell, a shed with a roof and four walls, a door, and a tiny window.
Ernie grunted in the soft falling snow, as he thought of Gavin, eating and drinking who knows what, living like a hermit in a toilet free home.
Gun fire pulled Ernie out of his thoughts. He looked up in time to see a hole blast through the caramel colored front door. The cop who had been standing in front of this door, ready to kick it in, got the shot gun blast directly in the chest along with hundreds of splinters. His riddled, bloody body flew backwards through the air and landed somewhere in the nest of trees.
The other cops retreated back as Gavin stepped up to the jagged hole in the door that looked like the shape of a misshapen mouth. “I told you I can’t leave the trees! You don’t know what they’re capable of if they’re not fed!”
The cops took aim on him. How they hadn’t lit him up was beyond comprehension. Itchy trigger fingers were more than ready to go now that one of their own lay silent and dead in the snow, blood pouring out of his body like a river . . .
Squirrel in the tree
Knocking acorns to the ground
One by one they drop
A Joyride in a Chevy Chevelle. The car was just sitting there for the taking. What could possibly go wrong? Vinnie and Mike are about to find out what can and will go wrong once they turn the key. Evil awaits. Ride shotgun if you dare with this short story.
4 out of 5 Stars – Joy for the Reader
The radio fell silent, as the car sat there and idled or did it growl–the boys could have sworn they just heard that noise coming from underneath the hood.
Mike and Vinnie looked at one another.
“Mike. What the hell’s going on?”
“I don’t know, Vin.”
“You must have been running her too hard?”
“Please. My uncle runs her harder than this.”
“Hello, Gentleman.” The radio replied, as the door locks clicked into place, trapping them.
“What the hell’s going on, Mike!”
The boys yanked on the door handles, but they weren’t budging no matter how much they tugged on them.
“I don’t know, Vin!”
“Fellows, please relax. You have nothing to fear. I’m here to take you on a trip.” The voice from the radio sounded like it was echoing out of some deep dank crypt where scary wet things slithered around in the darkness.
Crisp cool fall morning
Stars fill up the night-time sky
Just before the dawn
There was an old movie called “Just Before Dawn.”
That last line kind of popped it into my head.
Since it’s Halloween I thought I would post the trailer.
On Halloween night
Kids running around in masks
Hoping for candy
Thanks Haiku Horizons for the prompt: Mask
A furious storm
Wind whipped into a frenzy
Rain soaking the ground
I don’t know how you guys fared during Hurricane Matthew (those effected by it who read this blog), but we got a lot of wind and rain in Raleigh. Nothing like the coastal areas, but still it was scary at times watching the wind bend the trees and the water wash out the roads. Glad it is now passing.
A full day of rain
Heavy Tropical moisture
Washing out the sun
Flara, who knew that tone, who knew what that tone meant when most guys sounded like that, got dressed, grabbed the cash; and, without saying a word to Tim, stepped out into the humid night. She stood there a moment, cash in hand, fighting back tears, looking into the darkness of a nearby alley. There was a soft yellow glow coming from that direction. She went down to investigate it, and that’s when the man slinked out of the darkness, and grasped her in his warm tight grasp. She was powerless to move, as he sank his rainbow colored fangs into her neck, and drained her of her estrogen. When he was finished, he snapped her neck and then walked out of the alley with her body. He walked up to Tim’s door and knocked.
“I told you to go away!” Tim screamed from the bathroom.
He heard the knock again.
“Dammit. Some people just won’t listen,” he replied, as he rushed out of the bathroom to the front door. He opened it, ready to scream at Flara for not leaving him alone, but stepped back in shocked surprise instead. Flara was leaning against the wall beside his door, dead lifeless eyes looking up at him.
A second later, Tim saw movement, a golden glow; and then his world turned black.
Story 1 of 6: SHe
Synopsis: A short story about a monster who stalks the city of Tampa Bay. This monster is only attacking women taking only the one thing it needs. Tim Roberts, a detective, is hot on this monster’s trail. Will he catch this monster in time or will this monster feed until it has its fill? Be careful Tim, this monster has a secret yet to be revealed.
Story 2 of 6: A Haunted House Tale
Synopsis: This short story is about five college students on Halloween night who set out to discover the secrets of the town’s most infamous haunted house. Will these students live to see the morning or will this house claim five more victims?
Story 3 of 6: Sandy and The Stranger
Synopsis: A road racing champion meets his match in the form of a stranger who may or may not be the ghost of James Dean himself.
Story 4 of 6: Demon Energy
Synopsis: A short story about 1 man possessed and tormented by a 1000 demons who must fight for a soul he is starting to lose. Will he ever find salvation or is his body now an eternal host of hell?
Story 5 of 6: Killer Treads
Synopsis: A short story about a man who sees a flashy ad online advertising a twenty dollar treadmill. He buys the machine, too cheap to be scared, and realizes much to his dismay that this machine has a taste for blood. Big Bob better run like his life depends on it because in many ways it does.
Story 6 of 6: Joyride
Synopsis: A Joyride in a Chevy Chevelle. The car was just sitting there for the taking. What could possibly go wrong? Vinnie and Mike are about to find out what can and will go wrong once they turn the key. Evil awaits.
This short story is about a Vampire who stalks the Appalachian Mountains. A traditional Vampire who uses fangs instead of guns. He hunts, He kills. He sleeps at Dawn.
Release Date: October 7, 2016
She turned to run back down the hall, but he moved so quick that she was in his arms, and in his death embrace before she could blink. He caressed her neck, pushed back her hair, and then delivered the fatal bite. He drove those two perfectly shaped white fangs into her neck, and drained her until she shriveled up. He pulled back with a satisfied glee and then wiped his mouth clean, licking the last bit of her blood off of his lips. Full and satisfied, he stripped her naked, and then carried her body down the hall to the stairs.
He descended the carpeted stairs, framed with wrought iron railing on either side, to the cold stones of the first floor. He walked over to the front door, and, with just a thought, turned the gold knob and popped the lock. The door opened up before him, and he stepped outside.
He walked across the gigantic porch complete with marbled columns of Roman design, and descended the black marble steps that led down to the bare ground, the bright moon above casting a spotlight on the creature carrying the lifeless dangling corpse.
He paused a moment, and looked out across the Appalachian Mountains, sucked in the cool mountain air. He loved it up here, far away from the world, far away from the Alps where he had been made into this thing that sleeps at dawn in the 10th century . . .
Lying on the ground
Yellow and brown once green leaves
Usher in the fall