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This story first appeared in Black Treacle magazine in August, 2013. I encourage you to go read it there and support them.
NELL WATCHED a beetle trundle past her shoe. The white lady gurgled like a backed-up sewer, and then she was quiet and there were only the wet smacking sounds of Grandmother eating.
The white lady’s gun lay in the dirt. Nell thought about taking it, but it was too heavy and too long–at least twice as long as the rifle Mama was teaching her to shoot. Instead she dragged it into the shadows and hid it beneath some scrap wood. The spyglass on top looked valuable, but Nell didn’t have time to salvage it.
Nell raised her head to scan the wooden walls of Fort Jefferson. They were in terrible danger this close, she knew, but Grandmother got the woman’s throat before she could raise an alarm, and the rest of the fort was still and quiet. It wasn’t the first time Grandmother’s hunger had got them out of trouble. Continue Reading
Sorry to be an absentee around here the last week or two. I’ve gone back into the writing process, this time revising the novel I finished drafting in March, Tsar Bomb. The good news is I’m almost halfway through my first read-through, and it’s the cleanest first draft I think I’ve ever written.
It still needs major work, of course, but I might be sold on the particular writing process I used on this one. Maybe I’ll share that process here at some point.
In the meantime, the video above contains a couple of announcements, about the Jersey Devil Press Sampler that went out at the Asbury Park Comicon a few weeks ago, and about the Black Chaos zombie anthology from Big Pulp that drops next month. You know, the one I’m in, that you can pre-order until June 1? That one?
Being buried in revisions, I may be posting less frequently for a while, but I’ll try to keep up. The videos and cartoons take a lot of time to create, so those particularly may be less frequent. Fiction is my first priority.
For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,
And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.
Twenty-five new zombie-themed stories from indie and small-press authors–including The Graveyard Slot, the newest short-story from from Yours Truly!
A $20 commitment gets you an actual paperback copy–yes, you read that right. Paper. Made from dead trees. It’s the perfect thing to read when the zombie apocalypse arrives and knocks out your electricity–also makes a great gift for your power-shunning survivalist relatives.
As always, if you want a signed copy I’m happy to provide the signature–just find a way for me to apply a pen to your copy.
If you’d rather embrace modern technology, the eBook edition will only run you $10. That’s less than you’ll spend for a baseball bat with a nail driven through it.
You’ll also know you’re supporting a great market for indie fiction–Big Pulp relies on readers like you so they can afford to pay writers like me. If that’s not reason enough for you, well then maybe you’re the zombie.
In the next couple weeks I’ll share more about The Graveyard Slot. For now, go take a look at the anthology!