Dad, Stedpad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Writer, Editor, Photographer and Tech/Internet nerd. Content writer by trade. Vocal Creator by choice.
*** Content Warning: Although humorous, this is a ghost story. Contains descriptions of after-death experiences. The aged leather of the barely-padded seat felt welcoming and familiar, or at least it would have, if he had any feeling in his spectral buttocks. Phil sighed, or would have, if anything existed in his translucent chest to hold the air it would require. The memories of his senses would have to suffice. His cold, unfeeling hands curled lovingly around the cracked bakelite rim of the narrow steering wheel.
The Saga of Dale and the Zombies
This is the story of two communities (not to be confused with a somewhat popular story about two cities). The first is a fictional one that I created for a Vocal challenge. The second is a very real one; a community of incredibly talented creators and readers who helped turn my fictional one into an adventure that I will never forget.
Adjustment Period, Day 6
Dale was ecstatic. Patricia, devoted wife that she was, had decided to walk with him through the aftermath of the Zombie Apocalypse. If he still had a heart, it would be full. Still, there was a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something simply wasn't right.
Adjustment Period, Day 4
Dale was feeling positive. Not only had the Zombie Apocalypse been benign, he had learned a valuable lesson the previous day. While the undead were highly cooperative, they were also very literal. Given the lack of blood flow to their brains, he supposed that was to be expected.