Tag Archives: Micah
Road Trip (Revised) and North (New Chapter)
I’ve been changing around the zombie novella a bit. In particular, I’m doing an overhaul of the Jerm/Micah story arc. Here’s a revised chapter and a new teaser chapter to whet your appetite: ROAD TRIP Jerm keeps pushing the CD … Continue reading
Filed under Session XXI
Blood (revision of “Blood,” part 1)
Jerm used to be scared of crossing bridges when he was a tyke. Their Ma told them stories about the three billy goats Gruff and Jerm was always afraid there was a troll hiding in the creek, waiting to eat … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction
Threshold (revision)
Travis began to doubt whether Sarah was still alive. He glared at a stranger, daring the man to tell him that she wasn’t alive. He quickly got out of Travis’s way. Why now? For almost two years, neither of them … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON III, Flash Fiction
Mass (revision)
Vera and I walked to the front doors, plan running smoother than a greased handjob, when my bastard of an informant came cruising toward us. He said he’d find me. Guess I was wishing he was a liar. “Oh, rapture! … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON III, Flash Fiction
Blood
Jerm used to be scared of crossing bridges when he was a little kid. Their mother told them stories about the three billy goats Gruff and Jerm was always afraid there was a troll hiding in the creek, waiting to … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON II, Flash Fiction
Mass
***Author’s note: this is actually the 1st revision. I accidentally erased the original and replaced it with this. Oops! I was walking in with Vera, plan running smooth as a greased handjob when my bastard of an informant came cruising … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON II, Flash Fiction
Threshold
As Travis walked out of the Rapturist church and into the frozen streets of Juneau, he began to doubt whether Sarah was even alive. For almost two years, neither of them had felt safe, but they were alive and together. … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON II, Flash Fiction
Carnage
“His brother. He was followed, then.” The man was cleaning off his knife with a white cloth. Micah couldn’t speak. His mind was too warped with thoughts of murder and disbelief. His feet kept taking him forward, toward the carnage, … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON II, Flash Fiction
Blockade (Revision)
“Wake up, shithead.” Jerm punched Micah in the shoulder. “Ow! Fucker.” “We’re in New Mexico.” “So?” “So, take the wheel. I’ma get sumthin’ to eat.” “We almost there?” “Prob’ly.” “Jerm, you still mad?” “I dunno, dipshit. Only happened a few hours … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON II, Flash Fiction
Gum
Some of us were prepared for this. Well, we liked to pretend we were. Before the outbreak, we used to get together, talk about comics and drink. We’d plan out zombie escape plans, brew our own beer so we’d have … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON II, Flash Fiction
