Recent content by Lamprolign

It has been a little over three years since I last posted to this story hour. There are many reasons for the hiatus, some connected to daily life getting in the way, some caused by wandering off along other creative paths and I'm not going to bore anyone with the details. Somehow though my...

Yes! Many clamor for more of this story! ...although I really shouldn't talk since I haven't exactly been keeping my story up to date.

My apologies for the long absence folks. The evil, time draining monster of work keeps stealing both writing time and energy. Rest assured though that eventually I'll be back. There is a First Sight Blog (http://www.deadjournal.com/users/lamprolign/) where I whine about the lack of time to...

My apologies for posting without a new update, but Hanasays just finished a First Sight wallpaper image which she's posted over at Deviant Art. http://www.deviantart.com/view/13213874/ I think it's pretty darned cool to say the least.

036 Joshua awoke to the sound of the old man in the bunk beneath him snoring. Once conscious, the sounds of people all around breathing, mumbling, snoring, and coughing, even the creaks as they shifted in their sleep, grated like nails screeching across a chalkboard. Bile rose in his throat...

As always, thanks for the comments folks. There will be more updates soon.

ZOMBIES! We loves zombies! With that out of my system, I really like your use of the first person in the narrative. It can be a very difficult style to tell an entire story in, but you seem to be doing very well indeed. I'm looking forward to the next post!

Two updates within two weeks of each other. I half expect a rock the size of Texas to hit us or something...

035 Feeling unknown and you're all alone, flesh and bone, by the telephone, lift up the receiver, I'll make you a believer - Depeche Mode, (Johnny Cash cover), Personal Jesus "...run!" "Sanguis co..." "Tharae curoon taranis!" A jagged bolt of blue-white lightning struck the woman...

Thanks for commenting! My apologies for the slow progress of updates, the daily grind and all that rot keeps interfering.

034 "Red eyes," Gabe muttered. The rhythmic sway of the last Blue Line run to Rosemont lulled him into the murk between slumber and waking. "I told you it was a vampire." Gabe opened his eyes and stared at the metal ceiling above. I was well on my way to a nap, Mary. Dark forces.... His...

Still alive! In spite of all mother nature's attempts, and best of all I still have a house with a roof! That's more than I can say for most of my neighbors. Remember, generators are our friends, but make sure they're grounded and don't play with them in the rain. I'm working on the next...

Thanks Axe. I've been delayed in getting more installments up dealing with Charley and now hunkering down for Frances. The Last three weeks have been pretty crazy. I expect that we'll be without power for a week or two after this storm passes and if there's not too much cleanup in my yard I'm...

033 A glazing of fresh ice coated the city, every exposed edge trimmed in a skirt of prismatic spears. Poe strode through the crystalline world left by the storm. She approached one of the many rail yards south of the Chicago Ship Canal. Derelict warehouses and factories created a skyline...

032 The smell of baking bread permeated the atmosphere, overpowering the pungent blend of fumes that ordinarily held sway in the city's air. Winter was reluctantly giving way to spring, turning snow into grimy mush. Tiny rivulets wound out of miniature mountain ranges left in the snowplow's...