Category: writing

  • 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…

  • The Way

    The Way

    By Jason Zapata You wrap your soft arms around me, Press against the statue I’ve become. And gaze into eyes staring past you. “Why won’t you say anything…?”

  • Banshee’s Wail

    Banshee’s Wail

    By Jason Zapata This says I is the truth Or let the Saints forsake me. The night was distressed. And the moon peered warily Through a veil of clouds. Trudging home from the inn, I heard a chilling scream. It echoed across the fields, Filled and rattled my bones. And I felt cold. Terribly cold.

  • 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 One of The Lost Children of Guérande Reginald stared into the polished metal hanging over the basin. Its dull reflection captured his troubled image. A man of 24 years stared back at him. Unkempt brown hair and several days’ worth of stubble covered his face. It had been seven months since the events of…