Glorious Weird Insect Deaths

After yesterday's Zombie Snails, I couldn't help posting this:



Some of the most gloriously weird insect deaths caught on film.

WIP Wednesday: Zombie Snails!

How could I watch this video about zombie snails and not be inspired to write something?

I call my take "Guided by Wire" and it will appear in a future edition of the new Night Chills magazine. A man who eats of the snail that has eaten of the worms...

Okay, so what am I working on, now? I finished "Tap, Tap" last weekend...it needs some significant edits, but I do like the ending. Nothing is more important than the end of a short story (only if nothing is another name for the beginning).

I'm halfway through another piece I'm calling "Shallow Drownings". Damn if Lovecraft isn't still sitting on my shoulder, this story involves swimming pool portals, a remorseful father, and little invaders that take the form of children (children a little like those in The Brood). I have one more short I want to wrap up before the end of the month. "Tony's Apartment" has sat half-finished for about three months, and now is the time.

October is for novel edits (Loathsome, Dark and Deep)...November...well, maybe I'll do NaNoWriMo again. Maybe.

From "Shallow Drownings":

“I didn’t know who else to call, Mick.” The thinner of the men fidgeted with his wedding ring. “If I call the cops—”

“I am the cops, Steve.” Mick pulled in a lungful of night air and pushed back his broad shoulders. He took a step toward the body, tilting his head for a better look at the mass of disordered blonde hair. “Looks young. Maybe twelve…thirteen. You don’t know who she is?”

Steve paced forward, then back. “I swear to God man.”

Mick pulled on a latex glove and knelt next to the body. He poked a cheek with his finger, testing for warmth. “All right. Here’s what you need to do. Call 911.”

“But—”

“But I was never here, got it?”

Steve nodded.

Have a magnificent Wednesday. For those of you who check the time stamp: it's early here. Stupid allergy season.