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Evening everyone,

It’s Saturday and three days off my birthday, and I can’t wait. I am really looking forward to it and I have a little surprise in store but I’ll save that for the day but stay tuned.

Today I want to talk about allowing reality and real life events affect any story or book you want to share with anyone. Now this can be intentional or unintentional and providing there is no case for slander then, in most cases, it’s fine.

For example, in my next installment of Poisoned By Blood I have mentioned and had some involvement with a real admitted serial killer that has been dead for nearly thirty years. The  serial killer in question is one of the most notorious and vile of the subgroup within society. Because he is a person that was and that he confessed to his crimes I am not slandering his character so I wouldn’t be at risk of being sued by his family.

There are traditional media programs that also do this, a perfect example is the central character of Murdoch Mysteries, William Murdoch, is based on the real life Ontario Provisional Police John Wilson Murray.  There is also, Call the Midwife, Orange is the New Black, Band of Brothers, The Tudors, Boardwalk Empire, and The Secret, all based in some way on real events that have happened in the past. There have been movies based on serial killers, along with real serial killers influencing people to create memorable fictional killers that we all know and love.

There are times where it happens without people realizing that they have done it. I am quiet good at note doing this. The only time I’ve let a person I know influence a character is one of the characters in my latest release, the person I am basing the character on knows and is fully aware that I am doing it. The same lady is going to be on the cover and allowed me to use a few of her little quirk, only a few, have made it into the books but this was purposeful and I love the way that the book is looking and I can’t wait to share it with you, I really can’t.

So overall, you can use real people in your fictional books, if it is people that you know get permission before you go ahead, if it is someone who’s in the public eye such as a celebrity, serial killer, etc then it isn’t too bad. So many writers use actors to decide the physicality of a character but the behavior and such are built separately.

Have an awesome weekend.

Happy writing

Simone

 

 

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Hi Guys

I have been super busy working on Hell Hath No Fury and Poisoned By Blood Book Three, I have the sequel to Twisted Coven is planned out and ready once I have the other two squared away.

Today I wanted to talk about the pluses of having a support network around writers, whether they be signed, freelance, those wanting to write and those who were still deciding if they truly want to be a writer.

By nature the world or writing isn’t an easy one to be in. It is fought with judgement and angst. You may be told no 20, 100, 300 times before being signed, J. K. Rowling was rejected 12 times before the Harry Potter series was signed, Stephen King’s Carrie was rejected 30 times before being published. It’s part of the job, perseverance and willing to listen to feedback are the best thing’s for a writer to have in their back pocket.

I have received some negative feed back and attention and I’ll show you a few examples and tell you on how to deal with them.

First a review from Shattered Souls

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I have redacted the name to protect the person in question. This was a bad review in a sea of four and five star reviews. I was upset when I saw this, I will admit that I did shed a tear but I realized that it was merely a troll, a person who was out to hurt as troll are. You can do nothing about trolls, nothing but ignore them and move on.

Here’s a review for Spilt Blood

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This review is constructive, meaning that instead of five words with no true meaning and are not the slightest bit helpful. They give pointers on how the books going forward can be improved and how they can be better. They advise the use of Beta readers, which is now something I do now. They do question the main characters age state that it would be better if she was older, this is something I debated on this as I wrote the book but her age is important further in the series, in book four. The comment about the ‘rushed’ feel of the book, that was purposeful as their is a serial killer around and they are hunting him before he kills too many people, they don’t really have the time to do much else. Though I think I could have done a bit more character building and relationship building.

Authors are, by nature, solitary nature and we like to work in our own cocoon but we do need a good network of support around us. I am extremely lucky that my Mum and Dad (Stepdad) have always been there, pushing me to be better. I have an awesome husband who believes in me even when I don’t believe in myself. I have an awesome publisher with Vamptasy Publishing, the website is being updated at the moment but it does show several of our awesome writers on their. I also have several fans although I’m only a beginner in this job and they are loyal and that is astounding to me. Having people around to help bring you up when you get that rejection letter or that bad review helps.

While I was lucky to get a yes early on and I love my book home and I would never change that ever in the world and I only hope that one day all authors find their book home.

Thankfully there is no negative review of Dark Side of Humanity yet nor has there been any for Twisted Coven yet, not on Amazon anyway.

I have a lot of things going on this year and I am hoping that my books grow in strength and that those who love it continue too do so. I have a group of people who seem to love my books and people that are happy to share my books on Twitter, Instagram and Facebook.

I am hoping to do a Facebook ad this weekend to help promote the books a little. I am busy, two book releases this year with more going on that are working on in the back ground hence why I’ve been quiet.

My main peaces of advise are as follows:-

  1. Take on the constructive criticism and use it going forward with more books and any re-releases.
  2. Let troll reviews slide off your back and move on.
  3. Make sure you have an awesome network around you.
  4. Don’t let rejection stop you.
  5. Learn, learn and learn. Read, read and read. Write, write and write.

I also know I need an editor as my dyslexia makes things hard work and tricky to do and I quite often miss mistakes, that’s another good thing about beta readers, they help with the process and help make things more coherent.

If there are any subjects you want me to take on please let me know and I’ll see what I can do.

Happy Writing

Simone

Happy Sunday

Each writer has their pwn way of doing things and their own process in writing and I am no different. I’ll give you a few things I do.

I do a chapter plan, now this isn’t set in stone and it isn’t something I stick too should the story in my mind take another path with the story. This is something that helps me plan the idea out in my mind while I’m deciding on characters and the interactions within the story.

My first draft is written by hand, yes I know, it’s not efficient but its how my mind works. Writing it straight on the computer makes me constantly rethink things. I like writing the first draft by hand as it makes my creative juices flow more than typing things. Also, I usually write late at night and looking at a scene when you should be sleeping is not goo for anyone’s health.

I then type up the first draft and make changes where needed and add any additional chapters that will add to the story and the sense of apprehension or what emotion I want the book to emit.

I do edits on the computer, I did do it on paper put this was a waste of paper, ink or money. I will do it for short stories and such but not full-length novel.

I can plan three or four books ahead. Although book two has only just been released I already have book three of Poisoned By Blood planned and I know the general plan for book four that ends the series. I also know the next two book that will follow my impending release of Twisted Coven and how the trilogy will end.

If you want to know more about my creative process just let me know, I’d be happy to share.

 

Happy Writing

 

Simone

Hi Guys

I have had a two week break from writing, i needed it after six months of edits for both Dark Side of Humanity and Twisted Coven that is being released next month so once Twisted went to the editor I told my self it was time for a two week break.

I will say it was hard, very hard, to resist just doing one chapter, writing that chapter plan or just doing that one paragraph. It was unbelievably hard but I managed.

With each book I write, with each book that gets signed I learn more, I know my habits, I have a tendency to repeat things, I have a tendency to capitalize the first word after speech, I try to not do it but I do have a tendency to write said even though it is one of the worst things to do.

Get My Books:   Shattered Souls     Spilt Blood, Poisoned By Blood Book One

Best get back at it.

Happy Writing

Simone

Hello guys,

Here is my interview of award winning author Carmilla Voiez.

Interview Questions
Carmilla Voiez
Starblood Trilogy and more

Carmilla, a Scotland based author, is the creator of various book including the popular Starblood Trilogy and has an excellent book due for release next month. She was also pivotal in getting my Novel, ‘Shattered Souls’ published, and I have had the honour to beta read her next release in June. A book that, in my humble opinion, is an excellent novel and she is extremely talented.

1/ For those who haven’t read the Starblood Trilogy novels, that have just been released in a single book, could you give a hint of what the book is about?

It’s a story set in the Gothic subculture about a young man who is a talented magician (in the Crowley sense of the word) but a terrible boyfriend. He cannot cope with his girlfriend leaving him and his “solution” starts a chain reaction unleashing a millennia old demon on earth.

2/ How has your life changed in any way with the success of the books?

It hasn’t changed really. I’m still doing the same stuff I did before. I just have a few more friends on Facebook.

3/ You have a high level of involvement in the Vamptasy publishing and its two sister companies do you enjoy helping your fellow authors?

Of course. I love supporting other people’s talents especially artistic ones.

4/ Which writer(s) do you look up to?

Clive Barker, Haruki Murakami, Storm Constantine and Neil Gaimen among many others.

5/ In the last two years I’ve known you. you have won several awards are you hoping for a repeat this year?

Well I’m Fright Venture Author of the Year 2014.

6/ Working for Vamptasy on the promotion and marketing side you have read work from new authors, have you enjoyed helping to bring them into our crazy family?

I don’t think I have as much sway in the publishing company as you imagine. I’m just a humble author.

7/ Who do you think has the talent and ability to go far?

I think we all do. Most of it depends on luck.

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8/ How did you become a part of our publishing family?

I joined Vamptasy when it was based in Aberdeen, Scotland. It was taken over by CHBB about 6 months later.

9/ Are you looking forward to your new release?

Very much so. I love anthologies as it exposes my readers to lost of new talent.

10/ You’re incredibly busy with Vamptasy publishing company, hot ink press, crushed heart, your blog, your website, you’re YouTube channel, and your podcast how do you find the time to write?

Apart from during the summer holidays when my kids suck energy from me like vampires, I can always find time to write. It’s my primary goal in life. It’s housework, cooking, eating, sleeping and drinking that I struggle to fit in.

11/ Who pushed you to get published?

A fellow writer on an Open University Creative Writing course called Rick.

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12/ When did you realise you could be a professional writer?

I still don’t really believe it, lol.

13/ Who do you lean on?

I don’t think I lean on anyone. I’m pretty self-reliant. But my friends are very important to me.

14/ Have you ever hit writers block/brick wall?

Yes. I tend to run or walk it out.

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15/ Have you ever written a book and while editing ending up almost completely re-writing it?

Often.

16/ What or who is your biggest muse?

My characters become muses as I write them. The sea is like a palette cleanser in between stories.

17/ How many proof reads/edits do you usually go through per book?

Over 20.

18/ Did you know when you were at school that you wanted to be a writer?

Yes, but I didn’t expect it to happen.

19/ How do you generate your characters? Do you case them physically on actors or make them up completely?

I make them up but infuse them with parts of myself and people I know.

21/ Last question. How many book are you currently working on?

I’m working on two graphic novels and two short stories at the moment.

Www.carmillavoiez.com

This is look at what is yet to come from Carmilla and The Starblood Trilogy

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Hello Readers

The weekend is here and it’s time to have fun, relax and read a book. **Hint Hint**

Shameless plug done now to get to the reason for this post. I was given the chance to beta read a fellow Vamptasy Publishing Author Carmilla Voiez book Basement Beauty before it was published. She also asked me to review the book for her, so here it is.

Basement Beauty follows the life of a young woman, Amalthea, who works in a bar at night and writs during the day. With the arrival of a young poet, David, who reads during Poetry night and a woman searching for David, Eva. The tale flips from Amalthea, David and Eva. As things with the three heat up with David becoming obsessed with Amalthea, Eva’s need to find him and Amalthea being caught in the middle. Added to that there is a killer on the lose. The tale takes some unexpected twists and turns that keeps you guessing.

I loved the fact that I never knew what was coming next. It kept me on my toes and when I started reading the three main characters made an impression and I was surprised when what I first thought they were they were not. It was a tale that messed with your head and kept you interested.

I love the authors work and I am currently working through the recently re-released Starblood Trilogy, in one volume not three, and I’ll be doing a review of that in due time.

I would say that Basement Beauty is well worth a read.

Click here for Starblood
Click here for Basement Beauty

Head over to her facebook, link above and have a look at what she’s up to. She’s busy with podcasts, YouTube video’s, and working on other projects. If you look at the previous posts it has some teasing exerts from Basement Beauty, there’s also other links for Twitter etc.

Happy Reading and Writing

Have a brilliant weekend.

Simone

Hello Guys

A new week, and although the handles come off my fridge and my hubbies PC is dying I’m oddly in an optimistic mood.

I worked last week on the start of a tale for you guys called “You’re next!”

Have a read and vote if you want more. I have finished the first round of edits and I am in the process of typing up the bonus short for the fist instalment of Poisoned By Blood series. I will keep you apprised on what’s going on with that.

With the series I have added short’s at the end but I was wondering if you guys want me to put some on her and put the password for bonus content in the book. Let me know what you guys think.

I’m also going through some of my old poems and reading them to see if they are worth sharing and will post any that pass inspection.

 

Happy writing guys

Simone

Hello,

 

I know I have been absent for a while as my health took a turn for the worse. It has been identified and taken care of and I am beginning to feel better.

So, an update, I am being interviewed of Facebook at ten tomorrow night, UK time, which is 23 hours from this post being uploaded. Its an online Facebook interview under this web link and their will be a Q n A section. I am nervous but I’m looking forward to it.

I have been working on Vengeance as well as a new project Spilt Blood, both are the first books of different short novel series.

I have also been looking at Teenage Visions and I am currently trying to find time to do a few tweaks but with everything going on at the moment I don’t seam to have the time.

Would love to see you tomorrow night at the interview as you are always welcome there.

Also I am going to be interviewing Nicolette Grey over the coming months and I hope that a few more of my author friends wouldn’t mind me picking their brains.

Yummm, Braaaaiinnnssss.

Sorry zombie moment there.

Hope  you see you soon and please head over to face book at like my FB page .

Be back soon

Simone

Hello Readers,

 

Here’s an updated copy of “Two Dead Boys”.

The corrections were done by a very good friend of mine.

There wasn’t was many as I thought there would be.

Enjoy

 

TWO DEAD BOYS

Preface

My name is Darryl and I am writing this account of the last few months while my memory is still fresh. I believe it happened despite everyone saying otherwise. I know it happened. I have the scar and death certificate to prove it.

 

You may think this a little fantastical and downright unbelievable but it is a one hundred per cent true.

 

I know.

 

I lived through it.

 

My doctors tell me it is my way of dealing with what happened, what they say happened, a nuclear station meltdown, but it is not. I escaped before the explosion. I had to. I had to tell others what happened but they think I am mad.

 

I will keep this detailed account safe and add to the paperwork I have and one day I will prove that I am in fact a walking dead man.

 

It is true. I have the proof.

 

 

 

Chapter One: The first weird thing

It all began during my senior year. We were two weeks in and everyone was already stressing about prom, graduation and exams.

 

Josh and I were raised together and always lived next door to each other. We were more like brothers than friends. We went to school together and our school was two towns over from the little collection of houses where we lived.

 

We lived on a small cluster of houses surrounded by farmland. Farmland our fathers worked on. Between the two families the houses held nearly twenty people including ailing relatives, parents, children, grandchildren and farm hands.

 

That day, the Tuesday, was the first day something strange happened.

 

On the farm there was an old storm/bomb shelter and the walls were nearly nine inch thick for protection. This is, word for word, what my dad told us when we got home from school.

 

“The dumb ass was acting all strange like it had been bitten and poison was slowly poisoning the body ,it was starting to go lame. Your Uncle Bill was trying to help, pretty much whilst we were trying to move the wretched donkey; it kicked out and caught Uncle Bill right in the eye, and propelled him through the storm shelter wall. By the time we got to him he was gone.” He relayed, fighting back the emotion, my father was the stoic type. “The doctor said he drowned from the blood in his lungs that had gotten there due to the damage caused by the fall.” He told us in horrific detail.

 

My father was always adamant that he would never hide anything from us no matter how horrific, much too both our mother’s dismay.

 

“What about the donkey?” I enquired.

 

“Put down,” he replied, his face stern and stoic. “It had been bitten; it was the best thing for him. He was old.” Dad explained and left the room, leaving Josh and I to digest what we had been told.

Not needed

The workmen were fixing the storm shelter but yet there was an odd quietness hanging over the farm.

 

It didn’t occur to us then how strange Uncle Bill’s death was. Not by a long shot.

 

Even the next two events didn’t cause us to think, our town was still smarting from the death too much to even think about it.

 

 

 

Chapter Two: Two Freaky Scenes

Luckily the next event didn’t involve a death but it was, shall we say, pretty damn strange.

 

At the school Josh and I went to there were a few, for want of a better word, handicapped students. Among them was a blind boy and a dumb girl. They were from a family that lived just down the dirt road from us and we often gave them a lift.

 

About a week after Uncle Bill’s death, Josh and I decided to do a few tricks on our skate boards but needed a referee. So we, I know it sounds strange, asked them to help us out. Julie, the dumb girl, agreed and Paul, her blind brother told us he would tell us what she was saying. They were twins which was always a source of amusement to us both.

 

Although she was mute Julie was incredibly pretty and the fact she didn’t speak was a plus for most of the guys at school, if you get what I’m saying.

 

Though she was pretty she was a thick as a post, she was also very, well, slow. She was in a special needs group but we didn’t hold that against her. She was a good laugh regardless of her shortcomings.

 

She watched as we did our tricks They sat in deep thought and then they started an odd type of conversation. After around ten minutes of showing off she told us, via Paul, that Josh was better than I. I was about to ask her why, though I knew it was because she fancied him, walked over to us. He was also dumb, a mute, never spoken once in his life.

Paul told me that I was good from what he heard, but Josh was just that little bit better.

 

As their father reached us he surprised us all by screaming “hooray,” at the top of his voice. It shocked us as we had always been told that he was physically incapable of speech.

 

My dad was close by and he heard it and it shocked him too. He came running over and asked us what had gone on.

 

When we explained the whole thing to him he just walked away and giggled as he went.

 

Paul and Julie left with their father. Between then and the explosion their father never said another word.

 

 

 

Chapter Three: Huhh?

The third event yet far from the strangest happened two days after we showed off for Paul and Julie. It also didn’t involve any horrific and twisted death, but oddly strange, none the less though it does involve an accidental death or two.

 

Josh and I had been driving around our semi-rural town, having a bit of fun and we ended up in our counties over grown cemetery near an old abandoned church and we started acting out battles we read about in history. Much like when we were younger.

 

For hours we played, pretending to shoot at each other, fighting and being typical teenagers. It was Saturday and unbeknown to us at the time the church was no longer abandoned. A new priest had moved in that week and he had, stupidly, called the police.

 

When the officer arrived we were shocked, we tried to explain, yet he completely ignored us. It was as though he couldn’t hear what we were saying.

 

Once we arrived at the police station, petrified of our parents finding out. We were processed and put into cells next to each other. We sat on the makeshift beds and we could hear the officer’s talking as the station wasn’t that big. One of the officers enquired, “Peter, why’d you arrest ‘em, they were only playin’. The priest is new in town. If they’d ‘ave known they’d ‘ave gone elsewere’s.” His drawl evident in every shortened word yet our arresting officer didn’t even register that he was being spoken to, he just continued writing up our arrest. “Peter, are you even listening to me?” he asked, his voice raised, nothing registered.

 

Another, more senior officer, one level under Chief of Police, joined the conversation and got the officers attention. “Peter, you can’t hear anything, can you?” Peter realised he was being spoken to yet his face showed he was completely puzzled.

 

The senior officer then told one of the others to take Peter to the hospital to get checked out and then released us with a stern warning to stay clear of the old church.

 

Driving home we knew we had a lucky escape and we were glad it wasn’t going on our permanent record with college so close.

 

Smiling we turned up the stereo and drove back to the farm. Driving the long, stretched out road was dull and boring and the day started to take its toll and I started to fall asleep, Josh was already asleep next to me, snoring loudly.

 

I jerked myself awake but it was too late. We were about to collide with a two foot wide fern tree. I had no chance of stopping the car as we were going too fast.

 

I saw the tree speeding towards me at over ninety miles an hour. The last thing I remember before a prolonged darkness was the tree in front of my face, so close that I could smell the sap and the muddy bark. Then there was just complete blackness and emptiness.

 

 

 

Chapter Four: Resurrection and realisation

The next thing I remember is waking up. I was in a coffin, I had been buried alive, that was the only answer, and it had to have been. I managed to bang my way out, pulling my way up and out. Once out I looked to my left and noticed a slightly banged up Josh next to me.

 

We looked at each other. A few cuts and marks but nothing too serious.

 

Then I saw the stiches visible under his dishevelled top and the look on his face told me I had them too. Looking closer I realised that it was in fact a Y incision, the type you see on the chests of the dead bodies on these crime dramas.

 

We had died in the accident! We were dead! Why the hell were we back? We weren’t zombies, we had too much control and awareness to be a zombie.

 

We headed to the farm. If anyone could help us figure it out, Dad could.

 

When the door was opened we were initially greeted by a continuous flow of women screaming and fainting. After they calmed down they hugged us and we sat down, we noticed a lack of appetite and I didn’t want to dwell on the reasons why.

 

We looked over at my dad who had looked as though he was expecting to see us and had been giggling the whole time whilst the others were screaming.

 

When the others left, the family, went back to bed and Dad began to explain what was humouring him.

 

“It’s all like that rhyme that you boys used to sing when you were kids.” He began, His face still showing an odd smirk. “Two dead boys got up to fight.” He reminded us. I recalled it instantly as did Josh. I looked at him and he looked at me and instantly realisation hit.

 

Everything that happened in the rhyme has happened with two exceptions, the first verse and the last line.

 

“That rhyme is about us! What happens if we complete it?” I ask, worried and concerned about the possible implications.

 

“I have no idea son,” Dad replied, his face contorted in worry, “The best thing is to complete it and see what happens.” He advises us. I had to say it made sense. He went to bed still chuckling to himself.

 

Josh and I thought about it and discussed it at length that night and saw no other way of ending this whole sorry affair.

 

Leaving the farm the following morning we grabbed two Civil War swords that grandpa had collected, and two of Uncle Bills pistols whilst Dad when to get Paul, the blind witness. All the while the women of our little family were hysterical and worried about the plan. They knew there was no way around it.

 

Chapter Five: First verse

We stood in the freshly ploughed cornfield. Swords glistening in the morning sun and pistols heavy. With one weapon in each hand we faced each other then flipped back to back.

 

Talking ten paces it dawned on me that I was about to hurt my best friend, my brother, not by blood but he was my brother none the less. How could I bring myself to do that?

 

I knew I had to. I knew it was necessary but it was still hard and painful to do.

 

As I finished my paces I turned around as fast as I could and emptied the old pistol into him as he did me.

 

There was no pain, no blood, there was just a gaping, puss riddled hole. It was as though we were still dead and our young attractive bodies were decomposing from under us.

 

Nothing happened. At first!!!!

 

Josh and I collected all the paperwork pertaining to our deaths and put them in a safe yet faraway place.

 

We started to go back to a normal life. Our bodies stopped decomposing and started going back to normal after we had our organs taken out of the bag they were in and put in their normal place.

 

Two months after, one of the girls at school started acting strange almost as though she was no longer alive. She was vacant, emotionless and then came the biting.

 

The ‘infection’ spread through our close network of towns like a wild forest fire. It infected men, women and children. They were all turned into brainless, emotionless creatures. They were adamant on making more.

 

At first we were worried that we had caused it but we couldn’t be sure. We talked about it. Our joint family had been turned and we were trapped in the nearby cattle pen. The barn seemed too obvious and had too many entrances in it.

 

The CDC wrote the area off as a biohazard and the governments did the unthinkable and sent in a small yield nuclear missile and ‘sanitised’ the area blaming it on a meltdown at the local power station.

 

 

 

Chapter Six: Escape

What they didn’t know was that I had escaped to a nearby infection free city.

 

My body was almost back to normal. The only thing that was missing was a beating heart.

 

I couldn’t let things be and started to tell anyone who would listen what happened and soon got myself committed to this hell hole mental asylum.

 

I am no longer living yet not yet dead. The doctors could not explain my lack of a pulse. Whenever they asked me I told them the story and they labelled me paranoid.

 

I was committed as they were sure I was completely insane, mental, mad, and barmy, they pretty much wrote me off.

 

None of the meds they have given me have had any effect on me whatsoever. None.

 

I know Josh was vaporised when the bomb hit. Everyone and everything was gone.

 

After a few months in this hell hole I began to notice signs of the infection in the hospital. It was just a few and I could be wrong and they could have been heavily medicated but if I’m right then we have a problem.

 

I don’t want to die but, if me living causes other people to die and not stay dead, what rights do I have to say my existence out weights theirs. If I spread the infection then I need to sort something out, but what? How can something no longer living actually die?

 

I have a lot to think about and this place is perfect I just wish they would leave me alone and stop telling me that I am crazy.

 

Only time will tell if I’m going to spread the infection until then I’ll hide here.

 

My blind witness, Paul, is still alive too. He was sent to a hospital two states over to get some respite and surgery before the explosion. Though he is now orphaned he is glad to be alive.

 

Before the ‘duel’ I asked my Dad what was wrong with Peter, the deaf police officer, the night Josh and I died. My Dad told me, “He had accidently discharged his weapon in the police cruiser and burst both of his ear drums making him completely deaf.

 

The rhyme had come true. I’m still living as is Paul, though for how long I don’t quite know.

 

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Chapter Seven: Dr’s analysis of Darryl Dorkings

 

 

Subject is paranoid and delusional.

 

His paranoia is based on his assumption that if anyone gets close to him they will contact some mystery illness that will turn them into zombie like cannibals.

 

His delusion is based around the idea that he is the walking dead, that he and his best friend came back from the dead to complete a child’s rhyme that is in fact a prophecy. He also claims his town and several near it were’ sanitized ‘by the government in order to prevent the spread of this mysterious infection.

 

Noteworthy Information

 

The subject has no pulse, needs no food or water and any/all drugs/poisons do not have any effect on him. He has no blood and feels no pain, heat or cold.

 

Experimental Outcomes

 

Cells show signs of infection with the same virus that killed his home town and resulted in their deaths. The virus is unique and holds the key to creating the world’s most perfect army and/or ideal weapon in biological warfare.

 

Subject is oblivious to the experiments we are running using the virus he is carrying, nor is aware that he is the subject of an intense biological study.

 

Subject will remain committed until such time as he and the other test subjects are no longer needed. At which point the area and those in it will be ‘sanitised’.

 

As for the link to the rhyme; yes it is there, I see it when he explains it in sessions. It puts a whole new spin on rhymes and poems and those that write them.

 

Personal note.

 

The subject is a walking petri dish and possibly slightly insane but I am drawn to him. I can’t explain it. I want to touch him so much it hurts and I don’t care if I get infected. I sometimes struggle to stop myself. I am not the only one. Several female staff and patients have voiced the same urge.

 

Dr Annetta Jones

 

BSc, Ma, PhD, Md

 

Psychiatrist, Molecular Biologist, Epidemiologist

 

Here’s a reminder of the version I used for the above tale. There are several different versions out there.

 

One fine day in the middle of the night,

Two dead boys got up to fight,

Back to back they faced each other,

Drew their swords and shot each other,

 

One was blind and the other couldn’t, see

So they chose a dummy for a referee.

A blind man went to see fair play,

A dumb man went to shout “hooray!”

 

A paralysed donkey passing by,

Kicked the blind man in the eye,

Knocked him through a nine inch wall,

Into a dry ditch and drowned them all,

 

A deaf policeman heard the noise,

And came to arrest the two dead boys,

If you don’t believe this story’s true,

Ask the blind man he saw it too!

 

Some of the fragmented sentences are on purpose.

 

Happy writing

 

Simone

 

Hi there readers,

I’m sorry but this tale does, eventually, involve zombies, I hope you like it.

This is to wet your appetite, I have mentioned that I am working on the tale about two dead boys based on the poem/rhyme below.

 

One fine day in the middle of the night,

Two dead boys* got up to fight, [*or men]

Back to back they faced each other,

Drew their swords and shot each other,

One was blind and the other couldn’t, see

So they chose a dummy for a referee.

A blind man went to see fair play,

A dumb man went to shout “hooray!”

A paralysed donkey passing by,

Kicked the blind man in the eye,

Knocked him through a nine inch wall,

Into a dry ditch and drowned them all,

A deaf policeman heard the noise,

And came to arrest the two dead boys,

If you don’t believe this story’s true,

Ask the blind man he saw it too!

And the tale I have written, it’s only short, results in the beginning of the apocalypse.

Enjoy.

Simone