The Truth About Zombies
My name is Erin and I am not a zombie, though my boyfriend, the gangster, Ryu, and the ghoul, Clément, tried to make one of me. They nearly succeeded, too, but Clément blew it—as he usually does—and although I no longer speak, appear to be totally apathetic, and exhibit other zombie-like behaviors, I was not really “made” in the traditional sense. I still have my will. If you read the official accounts, you’ll find that Erin Orison, the talented and rebellious only daughter of American ambassador,...
Dead Love: Moscow Zombi...
What happened? Was I asleep at the switch (an occupational hazard for anyone with zombie leanings)? How the heck did I miss Moscow’s Zombie Parade last Friday? On Friday the 13th the Old Arbat in Moscow was the site of quite a lovely zombie flash mob. It was the 5th parade of the...
Dead Love: Zombie Bunni...
So, I’m thinking: What do people really want to see on Sunday? Something cute, right? Then I think: Bunnies! Then I think: Zombies! Then I think: Zombie Bunnies! So here you go: A new twist on an old favorite. Must hit link to “pat the zombie.” —Erin Orison, DEAD...
13. Live Dead Girl (3)
I pushed back my hair. It kept falling over my eyes. I could not see all that I wanted to see because of the thin cotton hospital gown in which someone had dressed me. It was a short, apron-like gown that the moonlight vaguely illumined. I noted, upon closer inspection that it was...
Dead Love: Wild Zero Zo...
Wild Zero—oh, yes, some stunning zombies in that humorous horror cult classic directed by Tetsuro Takeuchi. Garage punk artists, aliens, motorcycles, guns, crazy hair, love-hungry gals and the fresh-from-the-grave-voracious undead. Yes, I am a sucker for Japanese horror films. Have a...
Dead Love: The Haight Y...
Yes, we love the Haight. Come to The Booksmith at 1644 Haight Street Tuesday, May 10th, at 7:30pm (tonite) for a gathering of dead-uns and not-so-dead-uns: James J. Patterson, Joanna Biggar, Linda Watanabe McFerrin. Zombies and ghouls welcome. There will be some Dead Love there, and I...
13. Live Dead Girl (2)
I opened the bag and sorted though its contents: a yellow silk dress, high-heeled shoes, sheer hose, a beaded evening bag and a cab driver’s white glove. I gave an involuntary shiver. I dropped the clothes and moved on. There were medical supplies in a tub near the door—bottles and...
13. Live Dead Girl
When I woke up again, I was not in the morgue. I was in bed in a private hospital room. It was 2:03 in the morning. At least this is what the luminous hands on the face of the bedside clock indicated. The room was dark, its door ajar. The fluorescent light from the corridor made a big,...