Published Items
Before there was “The Children of Landsford’s Towers” there was the journey to find a place to live as the dead rose up to take the Earth from the living. Here’s a snippet from the novel, it is out now so go get yourself a copy.
Bloodied handprints had dried into the carpet. It was obvious from the stains that Stephen had struggled to get out while being eaten alive. The remaining bits of the body came in to view as they rounded the corner with weapons drawn. Rib bones that once served as the protective barrier for vital organs lay broken in pieces next to the body?s remains. Bones that had once formed shoulders, arms, and hands were now separated. Part of his scalp lay discarded next to what appeared to be a crushed skull. All that was left of the body lay inside a large blot of dried blood on the carpet.
Both men had viewed horrific, inhuman acts carried out by the infected like this before. And each was silently thankful the weather had cooled in recent months. They?d experienced the horror of being in enclosed spaces like this last summer, when the sun heated the rooms and the bodies cooked as they decayed.
Nic continued down the hall, motioning for Trey to check the bathroom while he covered the remaining open doors leading to the bedrooms. Both men knew there was at least one of the infected in the apartment with them. What they didn?t know was where it would be coming from. With a crackle, a piece of glass crunched under Nic?s boot.
Something fell over in one of the bedrooms.
Moments later, an infected appeared in the doorway.
Several feet in front of Nic, staring at him with hungering eyes and a mouth caked in dried blood, stood what appeared to be a man. His shirt was torn, its coloring almost black as a result of all the dried fluids that had accumulated over time. Behind him stood a woman, her yellowed skin barely visible beneath the flaking blood that riddled her entire face. A shirt barely clung to her shoulders, ripped to the point of almost falling off, and revealing what had once probably been a sexy silk bra. Now, that was darkened with residue that clashed with her pallid skin tone.
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Zombology: A Zombie Anthology
An incredible collecton of crawling cadavers, relentless rotting revenents, uncompromising undead, strange as hell shamblers, zealous zombies and any other type of living dead you could imagine. 21 stories to give you necrotizing nightmares From “Library of the Living Dead Press” we give you “ZOMBOLOGY”. Take a breath between each story …. you’ll need it to scream!!
In this collection is my short story, “”Children of Landford’s Towers” which was the inspiration for “The Road To Landsford“. Here is a little snippet of from Children.
“My elders had taken me on a trip,” Jake started as he closed his eyes trying to live the long gone event, “it was wonderful trip, we went to a group of islands. These were lands in the middle of the ocean that people could walk and live upon. I can still picture the sand coming up between my toes as the waves crashed in.”
“Whats a ooshun?” one of the younger children asks.
Looking over at the child Jake slowly sounds the word out, “Ocean, it was, is called an ocean Shawlin.
“Well that is a hard one to describe. Everyone think of our water collection pools. Okay does everyone have that image in their heads?”
“Yes Elder.” The children reply.
“Now take all those pools and make them into one gigantic pool, one that goes on for as far as you can see. Now, that is something like an ocean, but only smaller.”
Collectively the children gasp as they all try and picture this impossibility in there head. Reality struck one of the children though and she thrust her hand up in the air desperately waving for the attention of her Elder.
“Yes Autumn?” he asks her softly.
“How did you get to the island and ocean with all the walkers out there?” Autumn asked excitedly.
“This was in the time before the walkers Autumn. The land was different then. We had giant flying machines that we rode in that would take us to lands far away.” Responded Jake slowly as he allowed his eyes to close, remembering the sensation of flight.
A few seconds later Jake opened his eye to continue, “Where was I, oh yes, the walkers sickness started after my 15 cycle. We had just gotten ready to return to our dwelling on the flying machine and father fell to the sickness. We didn’t know anything about the sickness then. It was new and had just started and it was happening everywhere rather quickly.
That’s all you get for now so buy yourself a paper copy, or you can get the Kindle version.
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Letters from the Dead
Defying all logic and reason, the dead returned from death. All over the world, dead human bodies rose and walked the Earth in search of living human flesh to consume. Despite the valiant efforts of the living’s vast armies and superior weapons, the dead won the Zombie War. Defeated, the surviving governments of the world fled to the safety of their underground bases, leaving the last living survivors to their fate. All alone, trapped, for them there was no last second rescue, no escape. The Dead surrounded them, pounding on their barricaded doors, smashing in their boarded windows. It was their last chance to say goodbye, their last chance to shout out in defiance. It was time to write their final words. For decades, the dead ruled the Earth unchallenged, but their reign was finite. In time, they returned to the dust from which they came. When the living survivors emerged from their underground shelters, they would discover hundreds of thousands of tattered decaying messages, the letters left behind by the last to perish in the Zombie Apocalypse. These are those “Letters From The Dead”.
Go buy yourself a paper copy.
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Horrorology
This anthology is in the works and I am thrilled to be included with the authors that are going to be in this publication. Go get it now!
My story, “Tattooed Sweets” is one of the first stories I have wrote that freaked me out in the process. One day I would love to revisit this character and expand on how he ended up in the situation he is in. In the mean time though, here is a snippet of the story.
With a sigh, he reached out his hand and opened the door only to scarcely admire the hand painted artwork that adorned it’s door. As the door opened, the bell attached to the top of the door fought it’s way into the auditory blast that filled the room within. Music blared from the speakers mounted in the ceiling and assaulted his eardrums, causing him to wince slightly at the unexpected loudness. The young face that looked up from the reception desk at the sound of the bell acknowledged his presence with a grin while she reached across the desk to turn the music down to a softer level.
“Hi there, I’m Crystal” the young woman said as she got up and walked around to the front of the desk. “What can we do for you today?”
“I need to see about getting a tat done,” he replied as his eyes took in the deep blue coloring of the acrylic plugs that filled her stretched earlobes.
Well now, she is a cute one. Wonder what we would find if we tore those pigtails from her scalp and got a chance to see what’s underneath.
I said I would get it.
“So, you know what you want and want to set up an appointment then hun?” she says as she haphazardly takes a seat on the front of the desk and pulls an appointment book to her while casually pushing a pierced stud in and out of her lower lip.
Bet your trying to see what’s underneath that little black dress, aren’t you. You want us look for you?
Leave her alone!
Or you’ll do what to stop us? What if we want to do a little body modification on her, what if we just cut that pretty little…
Shut up and let me talk
“I’d like to get it done now,” impatient today aren’t you, don’t fret Sweets, we will leave her alone “have anyone available?”
That’s all for now, I’ll let you know when that anthology comes out.