Maybe. Having fun with a short story this afternoon: first-person with zombies.

Something fell in the entryway, a thump and then a muffled moan. I sat up from my work, moving the lamp to see a little better. It was dusk, and I had hardly realized time had slipped so far from me.

–Doctor Henrickson?

But there was no answer, just another moan, this time more mournful. Thinking the man had done something irreversible–offed himself, for instance, since even then he talked about it far too often–I rushed to the door toward the source of the sound.

It was my brother Anton.

–You shouldn’t…

He was trying to speak, but something was preventing him. Anton was curled up like a wood shaving, his face waxy, his lips chapped. And his pallor and general stench made sense, considering he had been quite dead for the last year.

Adventure! Intrigue! Airships!

I’ve been playing around with the idea of for a steampunk short story serial for a while, and decided to take a break from the hefty novel editing, and do a little fun writing. Sure it’s a little campy, but it was fun to do.

James Castledeck is a somewhat minor figure in the novel itself, and his short stories can be read independently of the novel, or in concert with. This first adventure is called “Castledeck and the Arabella” and takes place partially in the skies above Hartleigh City.

Read, enjoy, share, comment!

You can read the .html or .pdf version below: I’m working on a pretty .pdf version I’ll post a little later.

Castledeck and the Arabella

Castledeck and the Arabella – .pdf