What does a zombie vampire crave? Veins. Veins!
After 13 days of repetitive prompts, finally another Emerson Project post I can wholeheartedly endorse: Who have you always wanted to connect with and how will you make it happen? Tim Burton. No hesitation.
In Prague there is a cemetery filled with open graves. Chapter 11 of “The Secret Life of Stone”.
My newest guest post at Anything Horror is live!
Amidst these crazy days in the life of the world, it takes courage to be born. Chapter 10 of “The Secret Life of Stone”.
Another monster emerges from the bowels of Prague. Chapter 9 of “The Secret Life of Stone”.
Three Czech kings have a nasty but well-deserved run-in with a witch. Chapter 8 of “The Secret Life of Stone”.
Even gnomes are bothered by the cruel Prague weather. Chapter 7 of “The Secret Life of Stone”.
Announcing my participation in the 2011 Stephen King Challenge! Organised by Book Chick City, read and review 6, or 12, or more Stephen King works in 2011. Get your read on!
My crazy-quilting inspired creative process goes against the NaNoWriMo grain of racking up a 50,000 word count in 30 days.
Two very different perspectives of side-by-side Prague statues. Chapter 6 of “The Secret Life of Stone”.
Chapter 5 in The Secret Life of Stone, Zuzu explores one of Prague’s little-known denizens: The Vampire.
An eerie new lens on Kostel Jana, Prague. Chapter 4 of The Secret Life of Stone.
Something monstrous lurks in Prague’s Vltava River, and it isn’t toxic sludge from Hungary. Chapter 3 in The Secret Life of Stone.
My first ever piece of flash fiction is published in Glossolalia Magazine! Yeah!
This guy is up to no good. No good at all. Chapter 2 of The Secret Life of Stone.
A short zombie story inspired by Franz Kafka, my Prague homeboy, and written for the www.RedRoom.com weekly blog competition.
The two-bedroom apartment is sparkling clean, so clean that Mr. Smith can eat food off the floor if it drops. He often drops food; he gets excited and his hands shake. Food falls, he picks it up and places it in his mouth. After, he cleans obsessively, frantically, scrubbing the walls, scouring the kitchen, bleach…
Your dinosaur petals wilted and dessicated.I plucked them and kept them, maintaining their perfect purple shape,I could not bring myself to toss your mummifying parts.It’s the same now with the rest of you:Wilted, dessicated, splitting and browning — a heart torn in two. I’m sorry I could not substitute the sun and keep you warm,I…
Desperate shards of grass Gasp under an exhaust fog Crumbling brown Under the weight of industry’s poison. Muslim schoolgirls with their tartans And headscarves Combat boots Side by side burkah stilettos The manicured face peering through Ninja slits Scanning the lingerie storefronts Of crotch hugging jeans and Knee high boots. In a nation built on…
Once, long ago, there were fierce Amazon women warriors who lived deep in the jungle until one day they came under attack by Spanish conquistadores. The Amazons were a chosen people, The Great Goddess bade it so, and thus to prevent their extinction she transformed the Amazons into mermaids and sent them to live in…