Author: Matthew Stitt

  • Short, quick paragraph 1

    The cold air blew through the hidden cracks in the room.  If Sam wanted to become a psychopath he could search the room for each individual chilly escape of air but this was only a hotel room.  A cheap one at that but he would have to deal with it. “Well at least I won’t […]

  • Goals Nov. 5th

    I am at a good pace on City of Zombies.  Looks like 300 to 500 words per post but its only one a week.  I would like to increase the number of posts.  I would like to pass 70,000 words by the end of the year

  • We are all dogs

    The first of my new blogs starting right now.  I need to write some new poetry.  I haven’t done it in over a decade.  I have no idea how to start.. What to start with?  uMmmm..ummm… my youngest daughter sings as she plays with our small dog.  Two creatures so different but so connected.  It […]

  • I want a new Blog.. not really just a place to free-write and journal write

    Making this my personal blog.  I’m going to re-target my posts to be more personal.  I have The City of Zombies to post my stories on and if I can put together something good for the Train story I’m going to create another blog for that.  I’m hoping to build a readership that enjoys and […]

  • Depressed? Don’t shoot yourself fight zombies in Kingsboro

    Zombie suicide can be done in many ways.  Erik decided he was going to fight to the death.  He paid the guards outside of Kingsboro a thousand dollars each and drove through the barricade.  Inside his old Mustang sat a 12-pack of beer, a stack of hooked chains and a baseball bat his father had […]

  • The Engineer

    The brakes of the train screamed as the conductor pressed forward on the valve turning on the air brakes. He pressed against the side of the metal cab as the friction from the brakes attempted to hold the train from moving forward. His presence in this world solidified by his effort to stop the train. […]

  • The Darkness

    The darkness pressed upon the stranger as he stared upward at the thin strips of light from the moon. The train car rattled loudly and chills danced from the tips of his fingers to the back of his shoulders. The stranger listened to whispers that passed through his ears. The whispers spoke of love lost, […]

  • Stranger

    You know about the Train, and the Engineer but inside the wooden train cars, within the think film of the spirits of the dead lay the living. Being alive in the Netherworld is not supposed to happen but it does. On the living world it was compared to a ‘dime a dozen’. In this world […]

  • Long Black Train

    The netherworld has no cows so the train has no cow catcher. The large outward grill of an earthly steam-powered train is absent but the tall round-edge box on wheels rolls past slowly as the Narcissus’s forest approaches. Above the train and into the night shoots a tall cylinder of white smoke. Behind the smoke […]

  • Charlie (character study)

    Charlie was 5 foot short with brown hair down past his ears. “A haircut is what you need,” his father would of said, if he was alive. Charlie stood, his hands chilled, on a small wooden dock. Next to a man who was smiling like a woodchuck with walnuts in his mouth. This strange man’s […]