Cymbals Eat Guitars by Josh Hanson
Combining horror, suspense, and deep psychological drama, Cymbals Eat Guitars is the punk rock zombie survival story you’ve been waiting for.
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Combining horror, suspense, and deep psychological drama, Cymbals Eat Guitars is the punk rock zombie survival story you’ve been waiting for.
by Tracy Davidson Manager and monster struck a truce. It was easy enough, in an out-of-town diner, to drug an on-foot drifter or a hitcher in between rides. Easier still to escort them out back, leave them unconscious in a dark corner, hidden from the highway. Like this vagrant, tonight. The manager retreats. He […]
To start a piece of work, it takes what I call a glimpse. A glimpse of something that is interesting, unique, and worth building a story around. Being a horror writer, for me that glimpse is usually something terrible. But that terrible glimpse leads to the idea for a suitable protagonist, antagonist, and goal. Then details of the story follow. For Underworld Games, that glimpse was of a kid in a flood tunnel vault in pitch darkness tracing the word “Loser” that was carved on his forehead, and then the terror when he saw light down the tunnel, and footsteps coming towards him. So, that is how this story starts—with the glimpse of terror.
by John Lane With zombie apocalypse nonstop on mainstream news, Don, terminal manager for Moe’s Truck Stop, unplugged the television. Greg Watson staggered inside, repeatedly mumbling, “I can’t do this anymore.” Outside stood Greg’s reefer trailer—the constant shaking was a red flag. Inhuman moans reverberated throughout the parking lot. When Don walked over, he noticed […]
by Stephen Johnson The neon bulbs flickered, casting a foreboding crimson shadow outside the isolated truck stop. I pulled to a stop on fumes, staring inside at the solitary light portraying only the back of a head visible in the store. Cautiously, I walked in and entered a surreal silence that engulfed me. I […]
by Andrew McDonald It was 3 a.m. when the 18-wheeler pulled into Phil’s twenty-four seven rest stop. Phil’s was a massive and all-encompassing set up—restaurant and store, gas pumps, car wash, efficiency units and showers—basically everything a trucker needs. Pulling up to the car wash area, an attendant ran to the truck and hopped up onto […]
by Jodi Jensen “Would you look at this…” Ignoring the weeds growing in an abandoned truck at the derelict rest stop, Randall slid into the driver’s seat and gripped the gear shifter. “It’s so cool.” A movement by his elbow caught his attention, and he turned to see a broad green leaf wrap around […]
by Michelle Brett “Call an ambulance. Someone’s been hurt.” Marcus burst through the doors of the gas station; the bright lights irritating his eyes. He laid Mary down on the tiles and pressed his jacket against her leg. “It’s okay, Mary. I’ve found help.” But she only mumbled in reply, her eyes closed and […]
by L.J. McLeod He’d heard other truckers talk about the black dog, but this was ridiculous. The fluffy mutt between him and his truck could’ve fit in his hand. It cocked its head to one side, eyes filling with white light. As it started towards him, he wondered where it had come from. Those […]
by Warren Benedetto “I’ll have the scrapple,” I said. The waitress glanced at the fist-sized bruise on my arm, then at Mike. I nodded. She jotted on her pad. “Coffee.” Mike thrust the menu at the waitress. “Black.” The waitress disappeared into the kitchen. Through the swinging doors, I saw her hand my order […]