March 7, 2008
(Quake Crew Chapters: 1, 2 )
“What Are YOU Lookin’ At?”
*Chk chk. Boom* Cockney’s shotgun blows some fat-fuck’s brains out.
Covered in blood, I hack off some old lady’s head. Taking a step back, I look around; we’re doing pretty good. We’re in a semi-circle in the street, with Steve on my left and Cockney on my right. There’s maybe two dozen corpses on the ground and another dozen walkers stumbling towards us from various directions, moaning. I’d be moaning too, if I knew how I’d end up.
*Chk chk. Boom*
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March 6, 2008
(Quake Crew Chapters: 1, 2)
“Goin’ For a Goddamn Spin”
Waving my machete, I hang my head out the back window of Steve’s shitty Corolla and whoop a “YEEE-HAAAAWWW!” You can hardly hear it over the Marilyn Manson we’re blasting, but Steve starts wailing away too. He pushes the pedal even farther through the floor as we roar down the last mile of the interstate, sandwiched between fields and fire. Cockney, riding shotgun, loads her shotgun like tomorrow isn’t coming. Because it probably isn’t.
Golden Age of Grotesque, indeed.
The fuckin’ meat-poles like downtown Sherry much more than out in the bufu farms, so that means we have to go to them. Sure, a couple knocked on our door and we knocked ‘em dead, but it’s not every day that you get to go on a killing spree AND get called a hero. Keep reading →
March 6, 2008
I’ve been blogging for roughly a year now with my humor website (don’t worry, more link trading to follow!), and have thoroughly enjoyed the experience. I feel like it has noticeably improved not only my writing, but my ability to write out words in an efficient manner. However, most of my posts are very short. I can now dash off a tighter, wittier sentence, but those bigger projects still loom large. With that in mind, I launched Mood Zing.
I want to write a novel, a gem of literature. Not only that, but I also want to teach writing. Obviously not lacking in ambition, I need a way to practice writing. Keep reading →
