All Blog Posts Tagged 'horror' (49)

DAY 1

St. Mary – 50 km from Augusta city – Maine – King’s Mall Shopping Centre – 09:00 a.m.

Hot. Today it’s extremely hotter than usual. It’s the 15th of June and the High School where I’m teaching has been closed for the summertime just 26…

December 4th, 7:03 PM - Salmon, Idaho (GPS Locator out of service, please reinstall app)



The video starts with her very close to the camera, and then slowly she steps away looking at it, her eyes directly on you. Plopping down on the bed, she has a wide-angled camera shot to show her and the room. The bed is covered in a plain blue thick blanket, the bed-frame made out of exaggerated sized logs that add to the charm of the room, which is…

December 2nd, 2011 - 3:47pm - Salmon, Idaho - Google Map GPS: 44.499934,-114.902687



The camera pans around, catching a dizzying view of mountainous terrain then finally rests on her, clearly the dark makeup around her eyes has began to smear, lines of it draw down her face showing clearly she has shed tears at some point. By now, you've come to expect it, and it's no surprise, but she has a lit cigarette in her mouth. The environment has…

December 2nd, 2011 - 5:43am

A camera flickers on, a young woman's face briefly appears, the sound of the microphone makes shuffling sounds as she attempts to get the camera pointing at her. The early morning light adds a surreal backdrop as she is clearly sitting in a car. The windshield behind her has smearing of blood and other such gruesome additions that are hardly recognizable due to the low quality of the film she is shot on. The young…

December 1st, 2011 - Time 8:47pm - Challis, Idaho

"Ok so zombie movies pretty much got it all fucking wrong"

"Well, where to start? I know everybody always wants to do some sort of vlog, and I can't imagine a better time" she says shifting so she's sitting upright.

 "Well turns out, fucking Walmart wasn't such a great idea" she takes a long pull off her cigarette and lets the smoke roll from her lips, seemingly covered in a blackened…

I've just recently created my very first blog and I thought I'd share it with my fellow zombie community. I'm passionate about zombies, horror, and writing and my blog is my attempt to accomplish my horror journalism dreams. Please give it a chance and at least check it out. It's not super amazing right now because I've literally just started it but I'm super enthusiastic about it.

If I could get emails, comments, or any type of suggestion at all about how I can make it…

   This is the tale of "Blaine" a written series filled with Magic, Zombies, Dragons, Witches, Cat People, Vampires, and Greek Mythology. Now this part is just the pilot, just to see if you guys are into it. Please leave comments telling me what you thought. Enjoy.

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Check out my interview with actor Tom Towels (The asshole Harry Cooper) from the Night of the Living Dead Remake. Also listen to the Ren and I review that movie as well as much more on this new hour long episode of Rotten Zombies. …

Three days ago Imogen celebrated her fourteenth birthday.  Today will be her deathday.  A death caused by her own hands.  She's attempted suicide twice before and hopes the third time will be the charm.   She

is on her bed writing her suicide note.



Why would someone so young, blessed with an extraordinarily creative mind , a compassionate

loving heart and has a father that loves her more than life itself…

How did the end begin? The end of the world as we knew it. Some say that the end was a virulent bug that escaped out of some random research facility. Others say that the end was something in the water or rage inducing waves emitted from cell phones. And then there are those that would swear that the end was a scathing punishment from God. But I know the truth.

I flashed a look at Alli, her face panick-stricken, half of it hidden behind dyed black and purple hair. It wasn't long, it went about to the bottom of her neck. Ark snapped to the situation at hand. He realized everyone had abandoned him, and he was standing in the street, the horde of undead only fifty feet away, and getting closer by the second. Ark froze in horror. He didn't know what to do. Run? Shoot? He thought fast: Both!

Ark dashed down the street, towards the house…