Writing Prompt Friday #11

Do zombies poo? Given the amount of stuff zombies cram into their mouths, it’s got to go somewhere, right? Given the amount of stuff zombies cram into their mouths, it’s got to go somewhere, right? If we’re talking actual dead zombies, not the alive but freakishly pissed off 28 Days Later style, then the internal…

The Quest for Zombie Art

It’s been almost a year since I published The Range on Amazon. Considering I’ve spent zero time and cash on promotion the sales have been okay. I guess. I’ve had a few reviews that have pleased me with their honesty. Indeed the first run had a few irritating typo’s and errors which I hastened to…

Zombies – a metaphor for life

There was a zombie staring at me when I woke up this morning. It was a fleeting glimpse, a remnant of my dreamscape that lingered on the cusp of consciousness and dismissed in an instant. It was enough to see he was an ugly fella – bloodshot eyes, shredded lips coated in blood and spittle,…

My Zombie Christmas

Rather than indulge in lovely Christmassy things – choccies, roast taters, nibbles, Bailey’s over ice to name but a few, my body decided it ought to conduct some much-needed research into what it would feel like to become a zombie. As with a real zombie infection, I wasn’t given a choice. Nice huh? Zombie Eve.…