Welcome to Fiction Friday.  For the past few Fridays I’ve shared with y’all a glimpse into the mind of Zach the Zombie and some of his friends.  Today, I wanted to share a little bit about the early days. You know the drill–this is only very minimally edited, so grace and forgiveness, please…no red pens!  🙂 When the Rot started, everyone kind of freaked out. Some people sought out doctors and nurses.  Some of them tried to help, but they began to rot too.  They couldn’t explain it any more than any of the wise Priests, or the Shaman, or the […]

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Welcome to Fiction Friday.  As you can tell, this is shaping up to be a character-driven zombie story, and for the past few Fridays I’ve shared with y’all a glimpse into the mind of Zach the Zombie. You know the drill–this is only very minimally edited, so grace and forgiveness, please…no red pens!  🙂 Scott and Kennath stumbled around the corner and lurched down the road.  Everyone stayed clear of them.  We always did. They had Brain Rot. Overall, our little community is pretty peaceful.  We all mostly keep to ourselves, go about our business.  We work together when we […]

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You know the drill.  No red pens…   The girl looked at Zach, her head just tipped to the left. “So, um, you’re from…where?” “Outside.” Her eyebrows furrowed as she thought about this. “Outside?” “Yeah.  Outside.” Then she spotted his hand as it slipped from behind his back. She shifted her weight to her back foot.  “Oh.  Um…” The rot was bad right now, and Zach swore under his breath as he slid his hand behind his back again.  “It’s not what you think.  Really.  Please.  I need your help.” “Look, I don’t think you’re supposed to be here.  How […]

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As part of the 15 Habits Of Great Writers Challenge, I’ve been dared to practice in public.  Last Friday, I shared a little snippet of Zach the Zombie, and everyone was so encouraging that I’m starting Fiction Friday.  Like last week, go easy on me…this is raw, unedited stuff.  This week, the verb tense jumps back and forth.  I know this.  I’m sorry.  Grammar-police, please check your red pens at the door.   “Arthur, I need to go.” Arthur takes a deep breath and heaves it back out again with a long cough.  He spits a chunk of phlegm and flesh out […]

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As part of the 15 Habits Of Great Writers Challenge, I’ve been dared to practice in public–to post something here like nothing I’ve ever posted before.  And while I have posted a few short creative pieces here in the past (Moonlight, The Hitchhiker, and one about my mother’s death), I’ve never shared any bits of fiction. In my defense, I started this story last Christmas break, before the news was filled with zombies.  It came out of reading Zechariah 14.  So it’s a bible story.  Sort of.  That means that my mother-in-law will forgive me for using a bad word in it.  And […]

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