I’m currently working on a new effort. It is a group of horror stories with an apocalyptic theme.
I’m calling the collection: Righteous
This will be episodic fiction consisting of short stories probably between 5,000 and 10,000 words but if the tale requires more length, it will get it.
Here’s the concept:
According to Jewish legend, there are in each generation 36 righteous humans, the Lamed Vavnik, who prevent the rest of us from being destroyed. Through their extraordinary good deeds and their love of the divine spark, they save the world over and over again. They’re not famous saints, though. They go about their business anonymously, and no one knows how crucial they are to our well-being.
Combine that with an apocalypse where the Earth has been transformed into the first circle of Hell and monsters/demons and all manner of evil stalks the world. Demons scour the world trying to find and destroy all the Lamedvavnik.
I came up with this idea because I’m rather tired of the zombie apocalypse theme. I want to bring more monsters to the table and focus on the effects on the people involved rather than just pain survival against a shambling army of the undead. Will there be zombies? Probably but not what we’re used to seeing. I plan to take more of a Stephen King approach of normal people caught in unnatural circumstances and follow them as they deal with it and each other. The apocalypse should be important but not center stage in the drama.
Since there are 36 righteous humans in the legend, there will eventually be 36 stories. I intend to publish them piecemeal on this site for FREE and eventually gather all of them together into a book/e-book when all 36 are complete.
Episode 1 is underway…. first monster: Hell Hounds.
I’ve got a word count tracker on the blog page and once I’m done and edited it will appear here. Look for it and announcements on Facebook and Twitter.
Just a taste of the opening lines to give the feel:
The apocalypse arrived without fanfare and with the dawn on April 1st.
It sounds like a joke but when Satan himself shouts April Fools it’s pretty serious.
Anyone who has ever lived near the sea has heard the old adage: red sky at morning, sailors take warning. On April 1st the sky certainly turned red. It looked like blood was flowing, up along the shafts of sunlight, over the horizon until the entire sky was a wavering red color. The sun dimmed behind the bloody pall until it appeared to be nothing more than a dull cinder barely shedding enough light, even at noon, to give the appearance of deep twilight. That’s when the gates of Hell opened on the Earth.