Largo: Part One

When the drum first started, neither sister wanted to do anything but hide. It was easier that way. They’d watched a few other survivors try to blast apart the monsters wandering the shadows with their guns and bullets, but almost every time the shapes would simply shrug off their popping steel and powder and dive into their bodies with their claws, until the earth was carved out with their bone and bile. The people would scream at first, but it would go wild and liquid as their flesh came apart. Most of the time the girls had watched people die at night, which was great to have that dark blot out the gory details. The sounds of their demises still echoed in their nightmares though, which had dominion with or without the drum.

The girls were on vacation in Florida with their family when the apocalypse hit. Their parents loved the Sunshine State. It was their favorite place to take their kids. Now that the girls were older, Disney World and Universal Studios were echoes to their adolescent past. They were more interested in getting the perfect tan, taking pictures of the lagoon outside their hotel, and sneaking sips of liquor off extra drinks their parents would order. Key Largo was the perfect spot for them. It was picturesque; emerald-fire water with flour-white sand, craning palm trees with jade leaves, and turning waves that never rolled high with frothy violence. It was like living in a postcard you’d find spinning in a metal rack in the corner of a gift shop.

Then the drum hit, and even though the beach maintained its natural beauty from the explosion of greenery, the ripped apart cars and buildings, and the streaks of devastation along the highway down the keys, both Hilda and Freya were tired of this forsaken paradise.

“Why do you think mom yelled your name first when it happened?” Hilda asked her sister. They were sitting on some lawn chairs behind the hotel on the sand, facing the turquoise bay. The chairs were permanently fused to the sand by vines and flowers, despite them sitting on a bed of sediment. The entire natural world had been turned upside-down when the drum happened.

“What? When?” Freya replied. She was in a pair of shorts and a pink shirt. She was blond and blue-eyed, just like her older sister. Their parents were Norwegian, and both girls looked it. They were four years apart but often people thought they were identical twins.

“You know when, when the sound happened and the monsters showed up. They came bursting through every door, one-by-one, until they reached us. Then mom yelled your name to run, and I just did, and we jumped off the balcony and hid in the palm trees next to us,” Hilda said.

“Oh, I see. I don’t know. She was playing cards with me. I was right in front of her. She just said my name.” Freya said.

Hilda stood up and placed her hands on her hips. She was wearing black tights with a green top. The skin on her legs was covered in bug bites. She was warm but trying to protect herself from the Florida sun. The heat of the summer hadn’t gone away with the rest of civilization.

“Just curious,” she said, letting her hair down to tie into a more complete ponytail.

“No more of this favoritism, Hilda? You know they loved us both the same. She just said my name because I was there,” Freya said, standing up.

“I didn’t say that. When did I say that,” Hilda said, walking down the beach. The shadow of the hotel was looming over them. It was a square building with white siding and balconies like vertebrae. Every window was shattered. There might be more shards of glass than there were grains of sand.

“Besides, she’s dead anyways,” Freya said, following her.

“We need to hide. It’ll start soon. She’ll be coming out. Where do you want to go today?” Hilda said.

“Anywhere but the dumpsters,” Freya said.

Yup, this is the long-awaited Greenland Diaries serial I have wanted to start for FOREVER. It is up and running, and I’ll try and update it weekly. If you’re like: “What the hell is this Greenland Diaries stuff?” Well, you can click HERE to learn more about this universe and story. It is my most popular work by far. 


Monday Musings 2/18

Another week is here. Another 168 hours of trying not to be distracted by the internet, wait, has Final Fantasy VIII been announced for Switch yet?

  1. Well, my bipolar business strategy is alive and well. After selling my books at a convention, and hearing readers ask me where they can get more books and me being like: “Amazon has them. Grumble. Snarl. Snap.” I have decided to restructure my online Square Store and put it back into business. Yes, I know, I’m all over the place. I’m totally winging this whole writing entrepreneur thing. All I can say is that the store is new and open for business if you’re interested.
  2. I have sort of paused all projects and started to Marie Kondo my writing (and my house, but that is a separate post) and start doing some major revisions. Right now I’m nearly 40 pages into The Greenland Diaries: Days 1 – 100. Not only am I cleaning up the editing and voice, but I’ll be updating the cover as well. I’ll also be doing this for book two in the series (three and four were a little bit more, well, clean). I’ll also be doing this for my short story collections as well. Good times.
  3. Might be starting a podcast soon called “The Perfect Monster” where I get to talk about why I like monsters, which are my favorites, and what ones I haven’t encountered yet. I’m not doing this just to build my own “brand” but I also just want an outlet for some of the ideas I have on this blog and in other quadrants. I want to talk aloud about this stuff, so a podcast seems like the best option for it.
  4. Marie Kondo is awesome for me, because she seems to really preach having an emotional connection to all things we own, and if you don’t then move on from that item and don’t pretend that it has a value. I’m not saying everything that isn’t a keepsake should go, but she just wants you to think about what you actually own, and where it should be in your life. At least I think that’s what she means.
  5. No more craft corner. I’m struggling like everyone else. Just going to keep writing and hopefully something catches fire or gets popular. Ugh. Giving out advice seems exceedingly hypocritical. I need advice. I’m lost. Maybe it’ll always be that way.


  • I beat Pokémon Eevee, which was a Christmas gift from my good friend Joseph. It was fun finally playing a Pokémon game like that on the big screen. Looking forward to more.
  • I still regret never watching Spirited Away when it originally came out in theaters in 2003. I was like: “what’s that Spirited Away move? Is that like different or something” on the marquee at the theater near my house. Then it won the academy award. Then I watched it. Then I was like…damn.
  • Got Final Fantasy IX for Switch. Happy to have the game again after I sold it a few years back to buy Christmas Presents for everyone.
  • Thank you everyone for continuing to read and support me. Have a great week!