Move over The Walking Dead, you’re time of soap opera with zombies is over! Deadman’s Tome presents Bikers VS The Undead. An action packed, adrenaline pumping thriller…… Read more “Bikers VS The Undead”
The Blackout by Gary Buller London had been his candle as the man plied his trade into the early hours of the morning, the prolonged…… Read more “The Blackout – Gary Buller”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9htsLY_9mWU Horror writer Martin Richmond, author of Zombie-con, meets with Mr. Deadman to talk about his zombie horror short, the relation to The Walking Dead (if…… Read more “Deadman’s Tome LIVE with Martin Richmond”
Darkness plunged the prison cell into a box of stark, uneasy shadows. An external security light switched on, throwing a sickly yellow pattern through the bars and…… Read more “ZOMBIE-CON – Martin Richmond”
https://youtu.be/gz4xWzxQtk8 Usually Rachel Harding did not want to go to her brother Joshie’s birthday party. This year was different. She had finally figured out what…… Read more “Happy Birthday, Joshie by Donald Jacob Uitvlugt”
https://teespring.com/deadman-s-tome-emblem-shirt?#pid=2&cid=2397&sid=front There was a burning itch clawing at my throat. No matter how hard I scratched at it there was no escape from the searing agony.…… Read more “Joining the Family by Morgan Tanner”
I’d been staring at the box for nearly an hour contemplating the consequences of opening it before the time was right. The beer in my hand was half empty, warmer now from being held so long and hardly as satisfying as it had been when I started drinking it. The whole world had gone mad but here I was, sitting in the living room of my little apartment staring at Pandora’s Box and wondering what madness still could be waiting inside. The floor was covered in fresh mud and dirt, streaked brown and green from where I’d drug it inside. I’d vomited twice at the memory of burying it, at the smell that came crawling up through the earth as I disinterred it. It might have been easier to move if I’d had some help and who better to help than my brother? He’d been more than happy to bury it with me two months ago but he never would have agreed if he’d known what was coming, of the questions I’d have. Once it had been done he refused to ever speak about it again so I was left no choice but to dig it up and drag it back here by myself. Even so, I knew I’d be seeing him soon. I was certain of that much.
I knew my mother was sick, weeks before we tried to take her to quarantine. There was no denying it. I first suspected it when she stopped…… Read more “The Night We Aired the House by Chris Campeau”