A slightly inspired, barely motivated, lover of fact and fiction
This is the second installment of a series. The first part can be read here; ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
By C.Z.6 months ago in Fiction
Simple. I was expecting simple. The old man alone in his country home filled with a stunning art collection. One old man, one job.
Dimples on a sweetheart, soft like marzipan In dim lit rooms, reaching out and holding hands Softly speaking lovely words, to win or to woo
By C.Z.6 months ago in Poets
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A single flickering flame was the only light in the empty building, sunlight and moonlight could not penetrate the inky blackness within. It had been so long since anyone had even looked upon the cabin, centuries even. Many had forgotten its very existence. That was their first mistake.
By C.Z.about a year ago in Horror
One of my biggest personality traits is my love for food. Really, ask anyone. My parents raised me to appreciate food and the process of making it. I grew up watching Food Network classics like Iron Chef and Chopped, Saturday mornings we watched Create or Jacques Pepin. We almost always sat down to eat dinner together and holiday dinners were a culinary masterpiece. Food was everywhere. I knew that when I got married I wanted to carry my love and appreciation for food with me.
By C.Z.about a year ago in Feast
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Then again, there weren't always minotaurs, harpies, and griffins either. The Valley had become overrun with these vermin. A chimera had eaten three village children already and it was the most recent addition to this menagerie of the damned.
By C.Z.about a year ago in Fiction
The movies never did it right, not that there were movies being made anymore. Moira hadn't seen a movie in... close to eight years. She used to play them in her head, during those fire-streaked nights that no reasonable human could sleep through. Children's movies were especially comforting. She could remember most of Mulan and Hercules. Classics like The Princess Bride could never truly be forgotten. They brought little comfort in this desolate world however.
By C.Z.2 years ago in Fiction
Flood lights. The bane of my existence. A beacon pointing to the lone creature searching for one more fix, a bit of money. Sustenance. More and more homes were equipped with these devil bulbs, making it much more difficult to do what I set out to do.
By C.Z.2 years ago in Criminal
Lipstick. Maybe no lipstick. Gloss was better. Did a second date call for gloss or lipstick? Surely there would be at least a bit of kissing. Maybe just chapstick?
By C.Z.2 years ago in Humans
Interior Alaska. An idyllic wasteland of rotting tundra and moose droppings. The mountains are too far away, the ocean is nowhere in sight. Instead the lazy Chena river churns brown with dirt and debris.
By C.Z.2 years ago in Wander
Happy. Bubbly. Sweet. The words used to describe me as a child and most of my teenage years. Angsty, angry, emotional, those are not words anyone ever used to describe me. Every teen has angst though, right? I didn't even know what angst was until my older sister was about 16.
By C.Z.3 years ago in Beat
Halfway through finals. So close to finishing out the semester. Staying up all night to study was a bad idea. Milo was so tired during his biology test, he could not have possibly done well. Whatever, if he had to retake classes, it wasn't the end of the world.
By C.Z.3 years ago in Futurism
