Writing Motivation

     I have been in the same routine for so long that things have become stale.

I really need to get out and see some stuff, talk to some people or something.

If anyone has any suggestions on what I could do to "Shake" things up, please

let me know.

     I am almost up to ten thousand words on "Monstrosse" and will be excited to

get it finished, but I want it to be done correctly so it has been taking longer than

I planned, but as we know things don't always go as we plan.

Long Week

     This has been a long long week; my dear aunt Nancy passed away, I have had to

keep the cattle fed, cut up many trees for firewood, keep up with my college school

work, and try to find time to write.  I know that everyone has weeks like this and it is

such a drain on our bodies and minds, but it helps end the week by talking about it and

put it behind me.

     Book sales are going great, I have other offers and book contracts that are happening

but I will update about all of that very soon.

     I have had so many people wanting the second Z-Universe book to be finished, I have

the story in my head but I won't be working on that until these other two books are

finished.  The second book should be huge because I will be trying to finish the story with

the second part.

     I hope that everyone is doing well and having a lovely weekend.


Robert D. Kiskaden

Yet More Writing

     When a writer is writing it's a private, personal thing.  We are putting down

words that come from deep inside and the story grows and grows, like a child,

something very close to you.  Then you have to take your work out into the world

and be the opposite, talkative and outgoing, and putting out these personal feelings

out for everyone to see.

     I am not saying that I don't like being published and my book selling in all these

other countries, it is just weird how sitting in a corner and writing quietly for months

and months and when you are done you have to leave that corner and share what is

so close to you.

     I have written three more chapters on the story "Monstrosse."  I am enjoying it

so much that I can't wait to get this first part finished.  "Back to Life" is nearing

Ten Thousand words so I'm about halfway there on that story.

     I will be posting some short stories soon on this blog.  I wish everyone to have a

lovely day, keep on reading and don't take no wooden nickels lol.

Robert D. Kiskaden

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. :)