tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21688679321052679592011-07-28T12:14:11.956-07:00A series of short stories written by horror authors based in Michigan and California, concerning the reawakening of the dead and their onslaught against those not yet chosen for damnation.Phil Hornshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494726769641121052noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168867932105267959.post-6633293108307989992009-11-01T06:05:00.000-08:002009-11-01T06:07:34.449-08:00

We're now publishing on the (under construction) site wrathofthedamned.com. That's our new web space that will soon include podcasts and blog posts in addition to new stories. So start heading to wrathofthedamned.com and stop coming here. Thanks, everyone.

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Dec. 7 - Frenchtown, N.J. At first I didn’t notice. Kate and I were so shut up in the apartment building that I didn’t notice the smell. It was the light that caught my attention. The flickering that danced even after the sunset. The town was burning. I was not sure what to associate the fires with. There were two ways of looking at it. Well, three if you want to look at it literally. Literally

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Editor's Note: What follows is the "Wrath of the Damned" authors' first attempt at a Twitter-based short story. The entire short story is composed entirely of 140-character bursts that were posted to the @wrathofdamned Twitter account. You can follow the blog's Twitter updates, zombie survival tips, and our future short stories at http://www.twitter.com/wrathofdamned.The rules of the story were

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8:09 a.m., Dec. 27 – Chicago, Ill. It was all so quiet. Rachel hits the ground hard, flat on her back, with snow and dirt flaring up around her. It catches the sunlight in shafts as it streams down between buildings and through trees that line the alley. She struggles to refill her lungs. Rachel had toppled off the top of the ten-foot construction fence that divides the alley in half widthwise

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Nov. 30 -- The AtlanticIt’s been two weeks; two fucking weeks, that we’ve been in this shitty little boat. I could shoot myself in the face for suggesting this god damned trip. We were supposed to go from Miami to Jamaica, to have fun, to bond. The storm came out of nowhere, and now we’re on this boat, our own little slice of hell.My son and wife are dying. All he does is lay there; he doesn’t

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Dec. 3 - Sydney There was nowhere for anyone to go. He was afraid, but he would never tell you that. The city was in a complete chaos and there was absolutely nowhere for anyone to go. Rumors were that they had armed guards shooting anyone trying to leave, but he knew that wasn’t true. He knew this because he had gone to the edge of the city the day before, just to see if he could.

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Dec. 2 - Wichita, Kansas The Reverend Tucker Adams locked the door to the terminal ward at the hospital. He pulled an empty hospital bed in front of the door. His face turned bright red with the effort. He checked its position and then his watch. It was 3 o’clock in the morning. His breathing picked up. Since the creatures began showing up, the hospital had become a sort of

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6:44 p.m. Dec. 1 - Goodwell, Mich.When Jamie Whitaker stumbled into his kitchen, his parents were already preparing a cooler with whatever food they could quickly assemble, and his little brother Paul was covered in his toughest, heaviest clothes. Jamie could see Paul was sweating in them and upset, huffing and puffing over the injustice of it, but their parents ignored him. Jamie’s hand went to

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Dec. 13 – IowaHe first arrived to Fort Miller with the rest of his company to help the National Guard contain the situation. It was ten miles outside of a fairly populated area, and the pandemic was hitting hard. Local law enforcement had to defer to the National Guard, and now the National Guard was appealing to the Army. There's no one else to go to, Private Daniel Hill thought as he

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Told December 3, but covers the days of December 1-3Frenchtown, N.J.Obviously I don't need to explain the events to you because I think you know just as much as I do. However, I think it is fair to explain to you that I believe this is entirely my fault. You see, all my life I have been a very religious person. Not to say I was a radical or went door-to-door, but I have always believed that God

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9:33 p.m., Nov. 22 – Schaumburg, Ill.Jim found the sight of his own blood horrifying. The hunk of flesh missing from his bicep seemed impossible in scope. It bloomed an expanding rose that smeared and ran down toward his hand as he stumbled backward out the door.Lucas reached for Jim’s foot, which hung in the doorway. It had stuck against the door and the frame as he’d bounced backward down the

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7:13 p.m., Nov. 20 - Ft. Worth, TexasThere were eleven bodies covering the pattered maroon carpet.One row of six, one row of five, all in the lobby so that everyone could see. Everyone being the concerned parties: Shane and Dale from within the bank, and the police from outside the bank, peering in through the glass.The negotiators had just left the front doors, trying to work out a deal with

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4:02 a.m., Nov. 21 - Shepherd/Mount Pleasant, Mich.Terrorist attack.It was the first thing Brandon McClean thought when he was awoken after three hours of sleep immediately after finishing a double.Driving the glistening, white-and-black patchwork of the snowy highway, it was still his chief theory.He tried to suppress a grin. It wasn’t like he was happy about a terrorist attack, he insisted to

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Authorities warn against visiting woods alone, ask citizens to report sightingsBy Phil HornshawStaff ReporterSHEPHERD – Michigan State Police are searching for a group of feral animals they believe to be responsible for at least three deaths during the past six weeks near U.S. 127.Four people have been found dead in the area since the beginning of October. The two most recent victims, the

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This is a blog about zombies.Herein you will find a compilation of short stories written by several different authors. Some of these stories will be related to one another. Some will concern a common set a of characters. Many will not. But they all carry a commonality -- all of them concern a world beset by the undead.We appreciate your comments and criticisms and hope to provide you with an new

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