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Monday, November 15, 2010


My entry for Another Sarah's blogfest :

I am hungry. So hungry. I drop the squealing, half-eaten rat.

No good. I am hungry ... for the flesh of man.

And hungrier for something else. Love.

I feel tears bleed from my dead eyes. I will find flesh to tear and rend. I always do.

But love? Never. Never will there be love for the thing that I have become.

My nose prickles. My stomach coils and growls. Flesh.

Tender, moist flesh. It has come to me. I smile. I didn't even have to place a call to pizza delivery.

I frown. I smell ... tears? They are common in my graveyard. But not at night. Who comes in the night to my cemetary to cry?

I sniff. A male human. A boy. I stiffen. Once I had been a girl. What had been my name?

Alice. Though now my name is Death, once it had been Alice.

Once. So very long ago. I smile cruelly. I will punish this fool for reminding me of my heart's lonely prison.

I shall woo him with poetry before I rend his flesh. I flow through the fungus-smeared wall of my crypt.

How will his flesh taste?

And here is what followed as seen through the eyes of the boy from my entry for the Zombie Luv blogfest and from my YA urban fantasy, THE LEGEND OF VICTOR STANDISH :

I sat with my back pressed against the tomb of Marie Laveau. Midnight was heavy in the humid air. Fingers of black fog weaved around me as if to leech the life from me.

I was not going to cry. I wasn't. I looked up at the dim stars. They blurred and bled down my cheeks. O.K. I lied. I was crying.

After years of scuffling alone on the streets, I had finally found a friend. A creepy friend to be sure. But a friend.

Now, I had screwed up and lost him. Sure, Captain Sam was undead. But who said friends had to be perfect?

I stiffened. Something all misty was oozing out of the tomb in front of me. It slowly took shape. I frowned. What the?

It was a girl. She looked to be my age : thirteen. But she was dressed up in a black Victorian style dress. She was kinda pretty ... if you were into undead girls.

She spoke as if her vocal chords were all rusty :

"Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Nightmare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold."

I jutted my right forefinger at her. "Coleridge! The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner."

She took a step towards me, and leaves crackled under her foot. Uh, oh. She wasn't a ghost. She smiled. Red-smeared sharp teeth. Oh, great. A ghoul.

I smiled. I knew some really bad people -- the Snowman and his bodyguards, Ice and Easy. They had much more meat to them than a scrawny street kid like me.

She brushed back a stray lock of fine-spun gold from her electric blue eyes. "You're aren't afraid?"

"Oh, I'm scared shitless."

She giggled and studied me. "But you see a way out for you, do you?"

I stumbled to my feet, spreading out my hands. "Hey, I'm Victor Standish. I always have a plan."

Those eyes seemed to be suddenly seeing me as more than a meal. "I am ... Alice, Victor. And just what is this plan of yours?"

I winked at her. "How would you like to add drug dealers to your diet, Alice?"

She glided to me faster than I thought she could, looping her arm through my right one. "I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

I patted her cold, cold hand. "I think so, too."

I looked up at the face of shadows in the full moon. I smiled wide. I wasn't alone anymore.

Looking at those blood-smeared teeth, I knew I would never be alone. I'd always have the shivers.


  1. OH Great! I'm the first to comment. OOOOOOOOO, I feel exactly like Victor Standish. I'd always have shivers, too!

    The beginning unnerved me. I see you have a gift for the macabre, too! Great description and oh so C O L D ... You wove a tale of fiendish delight.

    Any news on the partial? We are all rooting for you!


  2. Oh, geez! That was so creepy! And, of course, well-written. I like how you showed us Alice--and the following scene! The two fit so well together.

    "I sniff. A male human. A boy. I stiffen. Once I had been a girl. What had been my name?

    Alice. Though now my name is Death, once it had been Alice." yikes! But awesome--thanks for sharing! :)

  3. "...tears bleed from my dead eyes". Awesome image. Loved your entry. Loved how the two fit nicely into one another.

  4. I liked the dual POV's. Very interesting.

    Something about that phrase "ghoul friend" has always engaged me when reading these two.

    So very creepy Roland. Just the way I like it.


  5. are so friggin talented. I don't know if I could ever reiterate that enough. I always look forward to your entries.

  6. Lady Boheme : You made me blush there. Thanks. And I look forward to your comments. Sorry I've had one of those 300 miles days last night.

    Donna : Yes, I like that phrase, too. An agent has asked to see the first 50 pages of THE LEGEND OF VICTOR STANDISH. I'm just about to send it. Wish me luck.

    Wendy : It worked out better than I hoped. Thanks for liking the pairing as much as I liked writing it.

    Sarah : Glad to join in your fun. Wish me luck with those 50 pages, will you?

    Michael : I think teenagers like the macabre. I guess inside I still am one. Nothing from the partial yet. And wish me more luck with the first 50 pages I'm sending out on THE LEGEND OF VICTOR STANDISH.

  7. I absolutely wish you LUCK! Just remember you don't need luck, really, you have something much more ... T A L E N T !


  8. I'm curious now if she sticks to her guns and rends him later, or if she actually lets a little love creep in! Well done, Roland, very interesting!

  9. Hi,

    Fab first-person POV, and the prose as always exceptional in presentation: the hollow existance of Alice' fate touching despite macabre in every sense of the word, macabre!


  10. Amalia : The moment she referred to herself cautiously as 'Alice,' she decided to give rein to her lonely heart not her empty stomach. The world is full of bad people but only one Victor Standish.

    Francine : Alice's existence will be hollow no longer -- dangerous, thrilling, and somtimes funny, sometimes tragic -- but never hollow again.

  11. Excellent penning, Roland. I too liked the duo POV's and this paragraph captured me: I was not going to cry. I wasn't. I looked up at the dim stars. They blurred and bled down my cheeks. O.K. I lied. I was crying. Victor is definitely closing a chapter in his life!
    Well done.

  12. Dark, macabre with a vein of hope - just my cup of tea. I, too, enjoyed the dual POVs, as well as the last line. Superb job, Roland.

  13. GOOD LUCK ROLAND *jumps up and down, does happy dance, drinks a toast to your prospective success*


  14. Good luck!! Oooh! Very exciting! Let us know how it turns out!