Ah, summer bugs. I still they’re the closest we’ll ever get to seeing the true start of the ever-impending zombie apocalypse. If only because germs make sense in winter. They belong there, where the clocks have changed and afternoon becomes night before we can even finish work. It’s cold, it’s dark. We all get a streetlight tan and ice scraper’s wrist. We’re all rushing to some end of the year, family tradition that has to be as perfect as it can be. Especially when it stands no chance of living up to the greetings cards around here. We can’t afford to be ill.
Read MoreWARNING: The following blog was written by a sleep deprived horror writer. There will be rambling and a certain lack of sense. Also, there may be some typos and errors. If you do find any, then cherish them. Think of them like seeing the brushstrokes that make up the painting. Apparently there are other typos on this website, but the exhausted author would like to point out this is all free.
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Read MoreNow, being a horror writer, I suppose I should have been fine with all of this. After all, there is plenty of scope for sickness in my world. Vampirism is a form of blood disorder. True, it’s often peppered with doomed romantic intentions or teenage angst, but it’s a disorder none the less.
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