If you missed this morning’s prompts post, I’m responding to Fear of the Living Dead Trespasser.
For today’s images I cut a zombie silhouette filter, carefully so I could use what I cut out in another filter. When I removed the cut, one hand came off which I thought was very zombie of it. I put the rest of the cut into the jagged outline I created for my mask cut out. I then used my two new filters to discover zombies in the mirrorworld, on the lake, and in the yard. I found zombies trespassing everywhere.
OctPoWriMo 2023:Facing Our Fears
Not Wanting to Write This Incident Report, I Wrote a Poem
The call came in at six thirty-six
answered by the rookie Knix.
I watched her face twist
as she turned to me
and said, Sir, take this
it’s Mrs. Lee.
They should all be jailed,
Mrs. Lee wailed.
They’re on my lawn,
staring and moaning.
I want them gone
that’s why I’m phoning.
Now slow down,
I said and frowned.
Are you in danger?
Lock your doors.
Are they strangers?
Tell me more.
Didn’t you hear what I said?
My yard is full of the undead.
They’ll eat my brain
if I go out.
It’s such a drain
when they’re about.
I said to Knix, We’ve got to go swiftly
Sounds like we’ve got a fifty-one fifty.
I told Mrs. Lee we’re on our way
to stay indoors and close the blinds
She said she’d stay put and pray
Knix said I was way too kind.
We found 666 Harrow Drive.
Mrs. Lee peeked from inside
and stood in the doorway as we approached.
She waved us through to the back.
Pleasantries were never broached
so I pulled out my notepad.
There, you see, said Mrs. Lee
pointing at the window past me.
Knix the rookie jumped and gasped.
I saw movement through the glass.
Take them out, Mrs. Lee rasped.
All I saw was a swaying mass.
It’s probably teens, Mrs. Lee.
It is getting close to Halloween.
It’s probably a dare,
or a flash mob thing,
trying to scare
you, Mrs. Lee.
Uh, Sir, young Knix said,
shaking and shaking her head,
you may want a closer look.
I see rotting skin and bones,
and I don’t think the oath we took
applies to upholding those.
I told Mrs. Lee and Knix to run,
swung open the door and drew my gun.
I had been wrong about the teens,
or why they were coming for Mrs. Lee.
They were her neighbors every one.
The zombie apocalypse had just begun.
Writober 2023
Logline: After a woman is brutally murdered and buried in the floor of a vacant warehouse, then covered in cement, she finds a door from the underworld and returns for vengeance.
The Red Door in the Floor
It’s too late to say I should have seen the signs, somehow known he wasn’t a nice guy, to say the least. I admit I had some problems when it came to relationships, and tended to be drawn to the wrong sort, but who doesn’t like a little danger to get the blood pumping? It was too late the moment I met him, but I couldn’t have known that. I liked it at first, how he always pushed a little to far, how he let the pain linger a little longer when I said stop, but that should have been a red flag, a waving, blood-red flag. It’s way too late to make any other choices, to not have gone to meet his pals that night. to not have entered the old warehouse, to have turned around and run when I saw it was empty. But I can do something now.
I didn’t get in the boat. I slipped the ferryman and crawled through the dark until I came to a red door. It wouldn’t open, but when I pushed on it, it moved, jiggled like gelatin, and when I pushed harder it gave way. My hand passed through. I felt empty space on the other side. When I had pushed through to my elbow, I felt the other side of a solid door, but my fingers touched a slight lip that felt like concrete. I continued to push through and once my head and shoulder were through the door, I was pulling myself up through the recently poured concrete in the floor of the warehouse where they buried me. I had escaped death for only one reason. To make sure he couldn’t do this to anyone else, but I didn’t know how long this could last, so I had to find him fast.
Experience Writing 