Friday, June 26, 2015

Last Zombie Standing Snippet #5

Hi all! Welcome to another Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday! Summer is in full swing and everyone is busy enjoying the sun but take a few minutes and check out some of the great writing snippets contributed by the other writers over at the main site by clicking HERE . This week’s snippet comes from the same short story, Last Zombie Standing, that I’ve been sharing, following the adventures of two zany necronauts and the government controlling them. If you enjoy it, make sure you click back to the other selections from this story on my page. Enjoy!
          “How far until the mark,” the general asked.
          “Half a klick due north, sir.” A new voice transmitted through Zulu-1’s suit. “This is Bravo Team Leader,sir, we have a team converging on the research and development lab.”
          “Who’d have thought a couple dead heads would save our country?”  The general’s voice echoed across the lunar landscape as the two militarized zombies stumbled towards their destination.
          Clumsily reaching for the vaporized blood, Zulu 1 stumbled and fell. 
          “Give ‘em another blast from the rabbit.  We need them both mobile,” the general blared.
          A second spray of crimson mist blew from a nozzle on the mechanized scout, renewing both creatures’ determination. A remote camera mounted on top of the machine turned and focused on the hill in front of them.
          “Sir, we should have a visual on the target when we crest that next ridge.”
         “Let’s take that hill,” the general ordered.
          The zombies obediently followed the small robot, clawing their way up the loose dirt. The powdery gray sod stuck to their faces and hair, covering what little color remained from their former selves. By the time they crested the embankment, both appeared more like a ghost than the living dead.

What’s beyond the hill? And how’s it going to save the world? Tune in next week and find out. This has been a fun story for me to write and I hope you’re enjoying the ride. Please take a minute to leave a comment. They’re always appreciated, whether you’re a contributor to SFFSat or just reading along. Jump over and check out my website – S.A.Check  My latest novel, Maxx Fragg, V.P.I. comes out this September. See you in seven!

Friday, June 12, 2015

Last Zombie Standing Snippet #4

          Hi everyone! Welcome to another SciFiFanSat and more snippet fun from a group of great contributing authors. Every week, a veritable plethora of literary goodness can be found over at the main site – click here to check them all out - SCIFIFANSAT . This week I’m sharing from a WIP short story – Last Zombie Standing where we’ve been following the misadventures of a couple crazy necronauts on a secret government mission that is slowly being revealed. If you missed the earlier snippets, just click the links on my page to catch up. Enjoy!
          “But, we don’t even know if it does what they say,” Kingston said. “It’s only been two weeks since first contact.”
          “We’ve got no choice,” the general snapped. “Our fossil fuel supply is spent and the promise of nuclear energy has literally blown up in our faces. And in case you haven’t noticed, the world is overrun with damn zombies.”
          Almost on cue, Zulu 1 turned towards his necronaut comrade, who staggered aimlessly along the moon’s surface still following the trail of vaporized blood emitted from the robotic rabbit ahead of them.
          “It…it could be a trap,” Kingston stammered, his voice quivering at the prospect of disrespecting the general.
          “They promised it was just a glitch in the guidance system, you posie picking pacifist. Get off the air!”
          “We tracked the trajectory all the way from Canis Major and we couldn’t find any type of trajectory derivation.  Maybe we should stop and re-think this?”
          “Get me a security team over to research and development,” the general barked, his voice cracking. “I want this line secured and those traitors arrested.”

          And the plot thickens. Who exactly are Kingston and the general talking about? And what is this package they’ve sent everyone’s two favorite necronauts to retrieve? Tune in next week for some more witty banter between Zulu1 and Zulu2. Leave a comment or two on your way out – we’re running a two comment minimum but I know the owner so you can get away with just one.

          Look out for my new novel – Maxx Fragg,V.P.I. – coming this September from Ink Smith Publishing and stop over at the website – – just to say you did. Enjoy the weekend!

Sunday, June 7, 2015

Help Support Indie Publishing

So my book publisher, Ink Smith Publications, applied for a grant to help take them to a new level and keep growing / moving forward. If you can hit the link below and click vote - it's that easy and will only take a second. You'll be supporting Indie Presses and authors and I'd sure appreciate it.

Friday, June 5, 2015

Last Zombie Standing Snippet #3

So here we are, another weekend and a brand spanking new edition of Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday. What's this you ask?  Well, let me tell you. It's a group of awesome authors who share snippets from their books and works in progress to entertain and maybe make the weekend a little brighter. My snippet this week is from a short story, Last Zombie Standing. If you haven't already, you can check out the prior two installments on my page. Make sure to stop over at the main site HERE to enjoy all the contributing authors this week. Enjoy!

           “I think they’re already picking up the rabbit’s scent," Kingston transmitted.

           “Okay, soldiers, you need to proceed to retrieval point Alpha and bring us back the package," the general ordered.

          Both men stumbled forward, adjusting to gravitational pull of their new surroundings. The small metal box that disembarked after them rolled along the lunar surface, spraying a red mist into the air.

          “That’s right, boys, smell the blood and let's double time it,” the general snapped.

          An electrical current shot through the suits, sending the dead star-farers scrambling across the terrain.

          “Sir, you’ll burn out what’s left of their nervous system with too many jolts,” Kingston warned.

          “Don’t tell me how to command my men, science-boy,” the general barked.  “I’ve been sending men into battle since before you learned to use a slide rule.”


          “The only butts I want to see are those two dead hinnies high-tailing it to get me my box.”

          Zulu 1’s knee buckled as it hit a soft spot and it gurgled, “Urrggggg!”

          “Don’t lip me, soldier.”

          “I don’t think that was meant for you, sir,”  Kingston said.

          “Shut up, Kingston,   we’ve only got one shot at getting to the package first.”


And there you have it. What is the box and why does the general want it? And why are they using zombies to get it? Tune in next week as the plot thickens. Stop over at my new website - and say hi and look for my new book, Maxx Fragg, V.P.I. - out this September from Ink Smith Publishing.

Sunday, May 31, 2015

The Magic Pencil

So, a couple weeks ago I was asked to participate in an Author's Tea event at my daughter's school. This was the third year they've had one and it's always been a good time, so I said "sure", I'd love to. The kids had all written their own books for a school project and just had them published, so it was an exciting time.

I've done my fair share of public speaking before, talking about writing, the process, and getting published in today's market. But with the prospect of speaking to a group of elementary school students, I wanted to be on my best game. They are our future after all. So I gave it some extra thought and tried to come up with a few topics that would be relevant, at least I hoped, to kids that age, and tied it into my presentation.

I talked about growing up reading comics and the literary impact they had on me, devouring which-way books where you made choices at the end of the page and turned to a certain page based on your choice, and even taking classes on Shakespeare and how his work still shows up in movies todays, pointing out a few examples. I think it went well. No one threw anything at me, that and I had some help in the form of one Gina Jones, another local writer and motivational speaker, who had the kids on the edges of their seat.

So I had thought about how to end my talk, to give the kids something to remember about writing and using their imaginations. Maybe I could spark the future of the next great novelist of our generation? The night before I'd had an epiphany to buy the whole student body a pencil, their own wands to create magical adventures all their own. A quick stop at the local dollar store and I was set for my grand finale.

When I'd reached the end, I told the kids I had something for each of them and, of course, their eyes lit up. I produced a pencil from the box I'd brought with me and showed them all. Some of the smiles went away but curiosity kept most of them. I told them it was no ordinary pencil. This was a magic pencil! Why was it magic? Simple. Inside every one of the pencils that I'd brought with me was a story hidden inside, just waiting to be let go. Some of the kids' face lit up and I'd figured I'd hit the mark and I felt pretty good as I was passing them out to all these eager young writers. I even got a nod from Gina, saying it was a pretty cool idea.

Afterwards, I was still at the school, stuffing my face with some delicious cake that was provided for the event, and my daughter came up to me. I asked her how I did and she said very genuinely that I was great and everyone enjoyed it. That made me feel even better. But then she paused and said there was only one thing that was bothering her, so I asked her what was wrong. She said some of the kids in her class were cracking open their pencils to find the magic and there was none. I told her to tell them to sharpen both ends and they could still get a short story out of them. Now, she's old enough that she understood where I was going with the pencils, so did the pencil crackers, but kids will be kids, and I still think it was a good idea. Though maybe next time I'll go with stickers.

Friday, May 29, 2015

Last Zombie Standing Snippet #2

Hi all and welcome to another Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday – the best kind of Saturday’s there are. Last week, SFFSat turned four and had a great turn out of writers and authors displaying their wares. I decided to put a short story I’ve been working on out there, Last Zombie Standing, and I’m continuing with it this week, so if you want to catch the first part, just hit last week’s link on my site. Make sure that you  stop over and visit the main site by clicking here - SciFiFanSat and visit all of the great offerings by some equally great writers. Enjoy the weekend and I hope you enjoy this snippet. Please feel free to leave a comment afterwards, feedback for writers is like tipping your waiter. ______________________________________________________________
           “Zulu-2’s already falling apart,” the general barked through Zulu-2’s suit mike. 
          “Sir?”  Kingston’s voice crackled from Zulu-1’s shoulder mike.  “I think his ear became dislodged while taking off the helmet, otherwise they seem to be withstanding the atmosphere.”
           “It ripped its own ear off?  What kind of zombies did you get me for this mission?” the general growled.
          “They’re both Z.G.I. rated, sir,” Kingston answered.  “They adhered to all mission specs, no missing parts and an acceptable stage of decay.”
          “The blasted things better keep it together.  Lose those suits, soldiers.”
          Following their commands, the necronauts stripped away the remaining bulky space gear to reveal a more conforming lunar camouflaged jumpsuit underneath.  Zulu-1’s blond hair had been trimmed into a military style flattop with several clumps missing from his scalp.  Blackened pupils offset his pale flesh as darkened veins strayed haphazardly from the creases around his mouth.  There wasn’t enough hair to give Zulu-2 a proper military cut and his pale head shimmered against the backdrop of space, a scar ran from his missing right ear along his cheek and chin.  They hungrily sniffed the air around them.

And there you have it – this week’s contribution. Nothing like a couple zany necronauts out for a stroll on the moon. But what is this mission and why are we using zombies for space exploration? The answer may surprise you.  Thanks for reading and expect my next novel – Maxx Fragg, V.P.I. out this September from Ink Smith Publishing. See you in seven!

Friday, May 22, 2015

Last Zombie Standing Snippet #1

Happy 4th Anniversary to Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday. This is a great site with some truly remarkable people that I've been lucky to participate in for the past few years. When I saw the post, I wanted to make sure I contributed this week. Here's a short story WIP I've been tinkering with tentatively titled Last Zombie Standing. Special thanks to Laurel Kriegler for starting and running the site and her continued support of its authors. It's definitely appreciated. Hope you enjoy the snippet and make sure you stop over at the main site - SciFiFanSat - to check out all of the fantastic authors contributing this week.

          A man’s voice crackled from the tiny speaker bracketed to the ship.

          “Let’s crack this egg.”
          Dust flared as the landing ramp touched down into the gray sod surrounding the lunar module and the seal of an outside hatch hissed as foreign atmospheres met.  Two explorers stepped down the ramp to the surface, their over-sized suits plodding away from the landing site.
          “Okay cowboys, strip off those helmets.” 
           A second voice, sounding nervous and lacking the authoritative tone of his counterpart, cut into the transmission and said, “Cease..desist…I mean, disregard that order.”
          “This is an authorized only channel,” the first man barked.
          “It’s Kingston,sir, with Research and Development.” 
          “Kingston, get off the mike!”
          “But, general, we don’t know if they can withstand the pressure.”
          “I want those helmets off…now!”
          The two men obediently snapped open the hinges on the necks of their suits, slowly pulling their protective headgear away. The robotic scout following behind captured their movements with a top mounted relay camera. One of the men looked up at the surrounding stars, the decayed flesh pulling away from his cheek bone in the lowered gravity landscape. The other necro-naut watched as his ear floated listlessly in front of his face as he made a clumsy grab for it before it floated out of reach.
          And there you have it - I hope you enjoyed it. I'll try to follow up with this short and post some more snippets from it. As always, comments are appreciated. I'll have a new novel out this September and will post from it closer to the release. Thanks for reading and have a great Memorial Day Weekend.