Category: zombies

Personal artwork by Antonio J. Manzanedo

Personal artwork by Antonio
J. Manzanedo

I paid for a t-shirt design on so I…

I paid for a t-shirt design on so I’d have a shirt to rock at cons and the dude sent me back some utter crap. I went ahead and did this one myself (added the border, posterized the image to give it that water color  look in the background, added the red stress marks around the edges and some more blood speckles throughout). Whadda ya think? o.0

I got my first ever booth at a con in Yuma on Oct 6th, bitches! \m/ \m/ It’s a little one (convention), which is good, because I have no idea how well I’ll do. I got migraine issues and dizziness that comes with it (which sparks anxiety…) so I’m not very sociable for any longer than an hour. But I got fam in Yuma who are gonna help me out and take over the booth if I have to escape for a few hours, so we’ll see. Any ‘Zoners amongst you? (That’s peeps from AZ, for the laymen.) Let me know if you’re gonna be there. If you’re a follower and are there I’ll give you a free copy of the book. I’ll also be pushing a select few boxes of comics (since it’s a comic con) and maybe some action figures. I’ll be saving most of the horror stuff for horror cons, tho (assuming I’ll survive this one and want to do more). And, as always, slip on over to to get your copy if you can’t make the con. Look for the exclusive Pure Art edition that’s limited to 500 copies. Support indie horror scribes and fellow tumblr horndogs!

GET BIT!!! -z

The Rotten Man by GaryLaibArtOk, so, in Book T…

The Rotten Man by GaryLaibArt

Ok, so, in Book Three of my Blood Magik saga (I call it a saga instead of a series because it’s all one story, but who knows… It’s its own universe, after all, so may turn out to be a series yet) I pay homage to some of my favorite writers (who are almost all from the UK) by creating a Cockney zombie character I call the Gent. He’s this eerie sort of heckler out of place and time who shows up to test the Coach’s mettle when he’s nearly lost it. A gangly ol’ “sod”, the Gent just may be what tears a tight-knit gaggle of apocalyptic do-gooders apart. Here’s a little taste:

wasn’t long before their resolve was tested.

particularly awkward gangrel with a top hat and a chewed-at human finger-bone
between his teeth moseyed toward them, eyeing their raised weapons with retinas
ablaze and gore-stained hands held high. The Coach usually wouldn’t have
bothered entertaining the notion of any other option other than war, but the
peculiar dress-wear and stroll of the dead-man put his priorities on a tilt,
slightly sloping toward curiosity. His reason, of course, eventually tipped the
scales and his trigger-finger tensed, but before the hammer went clink, the stranger spoke.

Oi oi… A wee bit lairy, are we? I’m not
here to mess you about, guv. Only curious.”

wasn’t the painfully thick accent that gave the Coach pause… It was the
creature’s denotive curiosity. It seemed…unique
in its ways. That and his style resembling an early nineteenth century
Englishman was slightly bewitching.

off, dick-snot. We’re not here to shoot
the shit
with homeless dead-heads,
alright?” Regardless of his own curiosity, he still didn’t feel the urge to be

“Heh. Always did fancy the mouth on you septics.
Randy as a rat-arsed dollymop, the lot’a ya!”

more step and I turn yer brains back to dirt, shit-bag.” He couldn’t discern
much detail through the mists other than the twin-tailed black tux and red
eyes. His pant legs hung inches above his ankles; long arms extending well past
his jacket’s sleeves. The Coach couldn’t decide if the dead-thing was actually from the eighteen-hundreds or
just peculiarly fashioned: some sort of uber, new-age hipster who thought dressing
like Abe Lincoln was the bee’s-fucking-knees. “Keep those filthy paws where I
can seem ’em, son. Only reason you ain’t a stain already is ’cause yer no
threat to me. I’d rather not raise a stink right now if I don’t have to, but
I’d rather raise one than allow you
any sorta notion you got a shot at The Champ.”

you then, mate? Fancy yorself king of
the bleedin’ pilloks?” He waved his arms around to aggrandize, then lowered
them with several tsks escaping his
dead tongue. “How, then, fairs His Majesty with naught but a single subject to

fuck you talkin’ about?”

flock, guv. Flown away off ta the bog,
’ave they? Abandoned their mates for a unified ‘wringing of the socks’?”

shifted against the tree they perched under at the mention of their backup.
What the hell was this lunatic getting at?

’ave you a scheme a bit more potty to
dazzle me wif? Say…a trap, perchance?”

carousing winds parted the mists enough for the Coach to catch a glimpse of his
inquisitor. His thin face did justice to his slight frame, with ears like
satellites angled to refract covert, international intel. Blood as thick as
paste painted a Joker-like smile that enhanced his already deranged aura from
nutcase to super villain. And he stood crooked – always – shoulders angled so
his left arm seemed inches longer than his right. That long arm lifted to pry
the finger-bone from his teeth just before the mist again coalesced until he
was just a shade in a garnet soup.


One thing I’ve realized is how much more potent an accent is in writing when it’s written like it sounds, but this can also be a bitch to read for those who aren’t used to reading it. So how’d it go for you? Tough to get through? Thanks for the feedback, zompeeps. \m/ -z/cm

Kiss the baby. 🤪 grandson by Verehin

Kiss the baby. 🤪

grandson by Verehin

Some wickedly dark wonders from –>  …

Some wickedly dark wonders from –> 


Koschei the Deathless by Tatyana Kupriyanova …

Koschei the Deathless by Tatyana

the “Mythgard” card game
from Rhino Games

putrescent by Oleg Bulakh

putrescent by Oleg

putrescent by Oleg Bulakh

putrescent by Oleg



Just a quick 478 words…

…plugged into Blood Magik (Book Three) tonight. Poor, poor Alex (my story’s heroine). I bet if she ever got the chance to meet her creator she’d kick me dead in the nuts for the paragraph I just wrote. lol I suppose I’d deserve it. But is it my fault I’m a fan of shit so gross it makes you cringe? It’s all fun and games for me; out here in the “real world” chuckling at the thought of what I’ll never have to endure. But this chick… smh… Just wait, sweetheart. You’re getting off easy right now. This next bit’s gonna be a mindfuck you weren’t prepared for. 

Get a copy of Book One from my web page here –>