Book Signing

Thank you everyone for the support you give me, the book signing was

a first for me and I am enjoying it.  It has been a great experience and I

look forward to finishing my other works and sharing them with you all.

I will be posting a short story about a character in Z-Universe named April,

it is her back story about how she survived once the zombies came and took

over the city.

Still Writing

     I have been writing on Back to Life, When We Were There, and a new one

called Monstrosse, I am writing Monstrosse by hand then typing it up, it has an

older feel to it and is coming out pretty creepy so far.

     I updated my word counts on the meters, and don't forget that the book signing

is on the 26th.  Have a Lovely Day!

Robert D. Kiskaden

A Very Zombie Christmas

A Very Zombie Christmas

     Sam and his family had themselves boarded inside their house thinking they were safe, little did they know that the virus that turned normal everyday people into flesh eating monsters was in the water supply now.  One at a time they caught the fever and turned into the very things they were hiding from.

     Four months later it was cold outside, the house wasn’t decorated and lit up and a beautiful tree wasn’t set up in their living room in front of the main window for all to see like it usually would be on Christmas Eve.  Sam could communicate with his family, his wife Christy, son Mikey, and well his daughter Cristina was a little slower, she must have turned at a point when it left her completely mindless like so many others.

     If you were standing in the room with them they would rush and eat you, ok so if you were a fly on the wall in a room with them all you would hear is grunts and groans, moans and screams, but in their rotting minds they could understand each other.  They spoke a lot slower than before dying, and messed up a lot of words since most of their memories were slowly leaving and decaying away.

            “We’re starving,” Christy said to Sam, staring at him through her creamy white layer covered eyes.

            “I know, no more livies have been through here in a while,” Sam said sounding aggravated.

            “That couple was tasty,” Mikey said holding his stomach.

            “I know!” Sam yelled turning away from his family.  “Maybe I can go get some…” He paused forgetting the right words to say.

            “Get some dirty Milk that’s hot daddy?” Cristina said with what would be a cute smile except for the fact that her lower lip was torn off and her face and dress were completely covered in old, dried blood.

     Sam looked down at Cristina and put his rotting hand on her head rubbing her hair as a piece of her scalp fell off down her shoulder.  “You sure are special,” he said with a smile.  “I’ll be back, I’ll get foods for us and we will have the best Christmas ever.

     Sam made his way out the front door and headed down the street, to where he had no idea, and as slow as he was walking and stumbling around he wondered how he would be able to get food, and presents and make it back before tomorrow.

     Before he knew it he was two blocks away, he seemed to miss time; it must be from the decaying of the brain he thought, as he was thinking that he ran into a store window face first.  Normally it would have hurt badly or even knocked him out, but he paid no mind to that, he was staring through the window and thought he seen something move in the back of the room.

            “Food!” He screamed.  Sam could hear some of the others behind him asking if he said food, the streets were filled with hundreds of other “Sick” people wondering around aimlessly.  “Food,” he screamed again.  Soon after the others began to crowd around Sam, chanting the word food loudly.

     Sam was pressed against the large store window by all the others trying to see inside, not long after he could see the glass beginning to crack, and that crack got larger and larger until chunks started to fall away until Sam fell through and landed on his face inside the store.

            “An apology would be nice,” Sam said pulling himself up off the floor, but all they were saying was the word food, over and over.  Sam knew if he was going to get anything at all for his family he needed to get to the front and fast.

     They came to a big closed door, Sam and some others were beating on it as hard as they could.  He could smell the food inside, the smell of fresh blood filled flesh, and he couldn’t stand it he needed to get inside this room.  The door started to crack and break, through a small hole he peeked inside and could see three people huddled in a corner, two women and a man.  He licked his dried up rotting lips and kept beating on the door.

     Suddenly the door flew open and once again Sam fell forward on his face, and it was a good thing because the man started swinging a huge knife into the crowd and killed a couple of them, but there were too many.  Sam fought his way up and grabbed one of the women.

            “Don’t worry it will be over quick I promise,” Sam said to the incoherent woman but all she heard were moans and groans.

     Sam bit into her neck and the blood sprayed out in a rush, it was like holding a water hose toward your face he thought as the blood sprayed into his eyes and all over his face.  The others were trying to take her from him but he fought to drag what he could away from them, someone else had her head and someone else took part of her leg up to her knee, Sam was upset because that was his favorite part.

     Sam dragged the body down the street, fighting off others when they tried to take her from him, and eventually he made it home.

            “I’m home,” he exclaimed as he dragged the body into the front door behind him.

     The family were excited as they seen the feast that he had brought them, they put her on the table and they all sat in the chairs at the table.

            “Thank you for making this the best Christmas dinner we ever had,” Christy said holding her husband’s rotting hand.  The children thanked him for the dinner too.

            “I think it’s a badger daddy,” little Cristina said giggling.  Knowing that she was slow Sam just smiled at the girl and agreed.

     The family sat at the table and ate their Christmas dinner happily, it wasn’t long until all that was left was a pile of bones, and they all sat with their stomachs bulging and full.

            “I’m still hungry daddy,” Mikey said.  Sam put his head down and sighed.

More Writing

I have been working on the Novella "Back To Life", and I have started a story that I had a

dream about last week, "Anna Of The Dead".  I also have been working on "When We Were

There", a different kind of story that I have had in my head for many years.  I will keep you

all updated and if you look to your right you will see my word counts so you can keep track

of what I am doing. :)

Back To Life

I have started on my new Novella, "Back To Life" and the first chapter is exciting so far.  I can't wait to get

into the later chapters and get things a rolling.  The last novella "The Red Light" was spooky and had ghosts

in it, this one is about the creation of zombies in world war 2, in real life Hitler wanted indestructable soldiers,

that couldn't be stopped or killed, and this story is a "What if" he did make them kind of story.  Back to

writing, everyone have a lovely day!

Robert D. Kiskaden

The Red Light

     After many many hours of editing The Red Light has been turned in, I should recieve the first test copy within the next 5-7 days, and if it looks acceptable it will be open for sales.  This book was tough to write at times but all the time spent was worth it I think, the story is good and creeped me out many nights while writing it.

I will be posting excerpts very soon from the book.  Thank you everyone for your support and kind words, it keeps me going.

The Bench By the Sea

This is a short story I wrote in March 2012.

THE BENCH BY THE SEA

By

Robert D. Kiskaden

     Meredith Franklin is a single mother of two children, Cassia who is eight, and Tyler six years old.  One beautiful Saturday afternoon Meredith was gardening outside of their two story house in Maine.  She would stop often to watch her children playing where the yard met a sandy beach.  After the passing of her husband, Meredith spent most of her time writing a novel and caring for her children.

 

     She was an interior decorator for many years, but decided to get away from the city to live in the house she grew up in.  Meredith wanted her children to experience what it was like to live near the sea and have lots of space to run and play.

            "Now don't you two wonder too far away, stay close to the house" Meredith said as she was sitting in the grass enjoying the cool breeze off of the water.

"Okay mom." The children continued playing in the sand.

  

     Meredith planted a few more rose bushes then decided to go on the porch and give her back a break for a few minutes.  She watched the children walking up a small embankment near the house that had an old bench at the top overlooking the ocean.  She thought back to when she was a child going to that bench and would sit to draw pictures of the waves rushing in.

 

     Cassia and Tyler were running around in the grass, getting closer to the old bench.  They looked up to see an old man sitting there, smiling.  He was wearing an old white hat, a jacket that looked like he had worn it his whole life.  The old man had a pipe in his left hand; he would slowly raise it to his mouth and take a couple puffs.  His face looked as though he had been in the sun all of his life, wrinkled and like leather, his hands big and strong looking, and tanned the same as his face.  Cassia and Tyler walked up to him cautiously.

"Hi." Cassia said to him nervously.  Tyler raised his hand and waved hello to him with a big smile.

"Hello kids, come up here and sit with me, I will tell you a story to pass the time."

     

     His voice was deep and scratchy, like he had smoked and drank for most of his life, and it had an authority to it.  The children slowly climbed up on the bench beside him and couldn't take their eyes off of him.  He seemed nice enough, and they knew that they should not be talking to strangers, but there was something about him that made them feel safe, and besides they could still see their mother.  Meredith waved at them and was pleased to see them sitting so quietly on the old bench that she had enjoyed so much.

"So tell us the story please." Tyler said still smiling and sitting with his arms crossed and swinging his feet excitedly.  The old man rubbed his chin with his right hand thinking.

"Hmm, what story should I tell you good children?" Then he had a look as though he had just solved a mystery.  "I know, now children I used to be a fisherman." Their eyes lit up and opened wide.  "There was this one time, it was late afternoon, the sun was close to setting and I had my pole baited and hanging over the back of my boat.  She was a good vessel the Maria Leona was her name.  I was sitting there and heard my reel begin to buzz!" He made a buzzing sound toward the children and it made them laugh.  "I grabbed my pole and pulled back and I could tell it was the biggest fish I have ever hooked, I fought this fish with all my might, it was then a storm came up and the rain started to beat down on me.  The wind howled and a few times I thought I was going to fall in the deep dark sea never to be seen again."

    

     The children were very much into his story, sitting on the edge of the bench taking in every single word he said.  "I fought this fish for four hours straight, when I got it up to the side of the boat it was a prize fish that any fisherman would be proud to have, a fish that only comes once in a lifetime."

"What did you do with it?" Cassia said softly with wonderment.

"I looked into that fishes eyes, that's when it dawned on me that this creature was meant to be free, free to swim all over the world through the blue beautiful waters and the deep dark depths, the things this fish has seen, I couldn't bring myself to take that away.  So I cut the line and let him go on his way, us both having a better understanding of one another." 

"I wish you kept it, I wanted to see it." Tyler said to the old man sadly.  The old man patted the boys head.

"Maybe you will one day son, and you too little lady." He said while pinching her cheek as she gave him a big smile.

"Now you two run down back to your mother, and be good, children, one day I will tell you another story."  The two children thanked him and ran back to the house.  On the way there they began to play, pretending they were on a boat on the sea, pulling on a huge fish trying to bring it up to the sunlight. 

"What are you two playing now?" Meredith said as she was walking back to her garden to begin planting flowers once again.

"That old man on the bench told us a story about catching a fish in the rain and he just let it go." Cassia said.

"Yeah he just let it go." Tyler Replied.  Meredith looked up at the bench and seen no one there, they described him to her and she felt chills go down her spine. 

     

     Her father was a fisherman and when he was home they would sit on that same bench while he told her stories about his adventures at sea.  He had been dead for ten years, and her children had just talked to him, tears fell from her cheeks as she gave a big smile.

"Are you okay mom?" Cassia asked.

"Yes sweetie, everything is okay." She hugged them both.   "Everything is okay."

The End