Jason Zapata

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  • An Introduction to Nocturnal Wanderings

    An Introduction to Nocturnal Wanderings

    Where did all this come from, all these words and stories? I look at the collection of poetry that is Nocturnal Wanderings and the answer definitely lies in the past. Many of these poems were inspired by my earlier experiences.  The writing was raw and it would be years before it was ready to see…

  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned

    Part Six of The Lost Children of Guérande Reginald strode along a deep, slow churning stream. His eyes constantly scanned the brush and trees for the quarry he sought. The marsh was silent besides the soft squelching sound his boots made as he tread over the mud. The sun shined wanly through trees and Reginald tried…

  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned

    Part Five of The Lost Children of Guérande  As Reginald expected a man was sent to the surrounding farms seeking volunteers to hunt the troll. A detailed description wasn’t forthcoming for those men gathered just outside of Guérande. A wise withholding of information, given the peasants would return to their fields if they knew the…

  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned

    Part Four of The Lost Children of Guérande Reginald pursued his quarry across a farmer’s field. The troll’s towering form was a dark blot in the distance. It’s long stride rapidly covered ground towards the darkness that was Brière. Reginald had wanted to intercept his foe before it reached the marsh.

  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned

    Part Three of The Lost Children of Guérande “Hello, monsieur. My name is Clemence.” Reginald whipped his head around and spotted a young girl beside him. She was a frail and filthy thing. Her blonde hair was uncombed, half of which hung to one side by a single pigtail. She gave Reginald an impish smile,…

  • I, Dracula: Finale

    By Jason Zapata Past the guarded port of Varna I would sail Where enemies awaited having arrived by train But their efforts to ambush me were in vain Relentless Helsing followed by mountain trail Driven by his indomitable will to prevail The brave men of the west invaded my domain Once more blood covered this…

  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned

    Part Two of The Lost Children of Guérande Things seemed to move slowly at that point. Reginald could see Andre’s outstretched hand ready to accept his sword. The knight stepped around him – knowing how the Frenchman would react. An affirming rasp of the sheriff’s sword leaving its scabbard warned Reginald.

  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald The Damned

    Part Seven of The Necromancer of Bern Albrecht Von Zähringen crawled through layers of loose cemetery soil until he was finally free of the suffocating earth that buried him. The Necromancer’s right arm was all but useless. The knight’s blade had cut deep into his bicep and forced him to claw at the cold earth…