Blue Zone Zyracuse

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  • Hollow Be Thy Name

    Our father, who art in heaven, A hot shower with clean water. For as long as I wanted. And central heat with clean, fluffy towels when I get out. White cotton towels like angel’s wings. Clean sheets and a woman who wasn’t trading it for rations. There’s heaven for you. That’s all. Nothing more. Hallowed…

  • The White Stripes

    “Ron, what on earth is that smell? It’s everywhere!” “You want a burger or you want to puke? If it’s puke, go over there. Don’t barf on my meat.” “Krezner was getting worried about a cholera outbreak. Or E. Coli. I don’t know what. It’s hideous.” “It’s better than how you smell. Be quick, pal.…

  • A Hero Among Us

    “Kids these days, they’re really missin’ out, Ron.  Back when we was young, we had all sorts of superheroes to follow.  Superman, Captain America, even that plastic guy.  Each month was a new adventure.  They’d fight some super villain, and in the end the good guy always won.”  I say as Ron nods to appease…

  • Memories in Cadmium

    Who was he? He was beautiful once–a creature drawn to our time from the days of marble and soft sunlight on the Mediterranean–beautiful, and mine. When I close my eyes I can still feel his hands on my neck, or his lips pushing through the tangles my hair to whisper meaningless phrases that to me meant everything;…

  • Who Will Tell Our Stories?

    Where have all of the great writers gone?  Aren’t there more stories to be told?  Just about the only way to escape the madness is to lose yourself in a good book.  I’ve read all of the books we have here.  I want new stories. Over the years, the salvage teams supplied us with hundreds …

  • It’s a Small World After All

    We used to talk around the fires. Anything to alleviate the boredom, to pass the time. Old TV shows, old romances, old cars, old adventures. It was a way of bonding, a way of getting to know the guy that was going to be standing next to you on the lines the next day, a…

  • Audition

    I always write under a pen name. No one can know who I am. It helps with the marketing. Without marketing, I’m talentless. Hungry. The mystery helps keep me fed. Outside the fence, I’d be zombie food. Inside, I’m a ghost. It’s better that way. At first, I tried humor. I thought people had enough…

  • Ha-Ha, You’re Dead!

    We ran in such a panic. It was scary.  The monsters kept growing in numbers and circling us.  There was no place to run to, and I didn’t know where to go! I closed my eyes and covered my head with my arms.  Then Amelia hit my head really hard and yelled “HA HA! YOU’RE DEAD!” I…

  • Forgotten Seasonal Shadow

    Feb. 2nd Happy Groundhogs Day! If the groundhog was smart he’d keep in his burrow. Unless he was a early riser, then in that case that poor groundhog was as good as Z-chow. Although the sun was covered by snow clouds you could see the sun beaming through. I prayed Spring would arise early. No…

  • Undeadstiny USA!

    “We’ve got to call this place something. ‘Syracuse’ just doesn’t cut it anymore.” “Hancock Internation-ghoul Airport?” “No. That’s awful.” “What about Zentral New York? Or Undeadstiny USA?” “Yeah, that’s it! Let’s name it after a mall! I want serious suggestions.” “OK, then what do you think of Zombiecuse or Zombiedoga County?” “I like Unhhhnhhhhpstate New York better.”…

  • Storytime?

    How about I tell you a story? There once was a man… He was just a man, not a great man, not an evil man, nor was he a good man. He was just a man, because most men are. It is hard to look at someone for who they really are. Many can see…