Dave Rowlands
Bio
Author and Creator of Anno Zombus, but don't let that worry you; I write more than just zombie stories.
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Stories (45/0)
Baby's New Friend
They arrived as the sun was descending past the horizon, the last few moments of sunlight left stretching their shadows out into infinity. Baby grinned at her friend Laura, riding next to her atop the cart filled with deliveries and other mail. It was the first year that presented the greatest difficulties, though and now some sense of normality had returned to the world. That was what the older people kept telling her, anyway, though Barbra felt that nothing was normal about the time before she was born.
By Dave Rowlands2 years ago in Fiction
Baby's Journey Begins
The wallpaper was hideous. Ancient, peeling in multiple locations, Baby could only just make out the repeated imagery, a small yellow flower. A marigold, perhaps? She didn't know much about flowers; they weren't really a thing anymore. The extended Winter, though largely over, had lasted more than long enough to put an end to a large portion of the Earth’s flora.
By Dave Rowlands2 years ago in Horror
Why I Write
I've said often enough that if I didn't write, my brain would explode from the words backing up inside of it. Obviously, this is not true in a literal sense, though the characters and situations writing around behind my eyes would argue. They feel cramped somehow, some of the time. If I didn't write some of their stories out it could indeed result in serious complications... if nothing else, I would have a horde of people inside my mind clamouring for attention and for me to tell their stories.
By Dave Rowlands2 years ago in Motivation
All They Do...
Swimming in the salty ocean waters, Sally felt confident that nobody could see. Darkness blanketed the world; all she could see was were the waves near her and the faintest lights on the shore that gave the only indication that there was a world left. It was easy to imagine that there was nothing, only the inky blackness beneath and the star-speckled night sky above.
By Dave Rowlands2 years ago in Fiction
Baby's First Day
The box sat atop the counter, wrapped in brown paper packaging, daring somebody to reveal its contents. Baby eyed it critically, wondering who had sent it and why. It had been addressed to her, Barbra, arriving on her first day on the job. She'd moved to the safety of the Rainbow City, as Adelaide was becoming known; the wall surrounding the Queen’s lands had been constructed from abandoned cars and was thus a patchwork of colours. This new job as Sheriff's Deputy was primarily because of her artistic talents, partially because she knew her way around various weapons, and partly because Barbra's father had once, very briefly, served as Sheriff to the Queen. And partly because Baby's best friend, Laura, daughter of the Queen, had gotten her one of the easiest jobs in town.
By Dave Rowlands2 years ago in Horror
Would You Like Some Cake? It's To Die For...
The dinner had been lavish, several courses of the entire family’s favourites. Roasted meats of various beasts dripping with their own juices, an enormous pile of mashed potato sitting in the centre of the table, looming over the rest of the food. Bowls of vegetables, roasted, steamed, raw… it seemed as if any food imaginable rested atop that table. There was far more food than the six people present could have eaten in a week.
By Dave Rowlands2 years ago in Fiction
The End
This was the end. He knew it. There was no doubt in his mind, he would live out his last moments in this dilapidated old barn. He checked the door once again, it was securely locked, the bar in place. There was no way whatever it was out there was getting in at him, not this time. Was it really what it had looked like? The fur, the teeth, the sheer size and bulk of the creature that had savaged him that couldn’t possibly have been what he thought it was.
By Dave Rowlands2 years ago in Fiction
I Thought You Would Have a Scythe
You see the world as it truly is, as it always has been. It is washed out compared to your memories, though everything exists in minute detail. The vehicle that struck you, now motionless, hangs above you mere millimetres from the surface of the road. After some time spent in observation, you realise that it isn’t actually motionless at all; it only appears that way, the same as everything else. You stand up, passing through the vehicle as though it were no more solid than vapour. No other beings exist in this world, not as far as you can see. You are in the world between heart beats. This is the moment you realise that you are dead.
By Dave Rowlands2 years ago in Fiction
Baby's Locket
“What have you got there, Baby?” She hated the nickname. She was ten now, and far too old to be called Baby. Her name was Barbra, and she let him know it. A grin split her Uncle Vik’s blonde beard as he raised his hands in surrender. She laughed at her uncle’s antics. “Sorry, Barbra. Can I see?”
By Dave Rowlands2 years ago in Fiction
