Author Guest Post: Myra Nour

I wrote two short zombie stories to give readers a taste of my horror writing. Joe’s Choice (my most recent story) and Better Than Candy are FREE.

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Blurb:

Waking from unconsciousness after being mugged, Joe staggers out of the alley toward the street. He finds chaos as he enters a zombie outbreak in progress. Scenes of gruesome horror make him want to run away, but Joe must quickly decide how he wants to handle a zombie apocalypse.

Review:

5 Stars!This is a great scene, that’s the best way to describe this short story, and what a ride! Joe wakes up in a garbage heap in an alleyway, having no idea how he got there, or even what his name is, except for a name tag on his shirt. As he finally gets up and starts to move toward the street, he hears sirens and screams. Thinking it’s an accident, Joe moves towards the street. What he sees, is people running and total chaos on the street, and several people lurching his way. As they get closer, Joe begins to believe he’s stumbled into seeing a film with zombies. But as Joe continues to watch, he realizes that it’s not a film. Joe is weak, hurt and tries to follow the people that were running away.

This is a short story, and it’s described in such beautiful, gory detail, that you may lose your appetite. Myra Nour is a master at endings that you don’t always expect, and this story is no different. This is a terrific short that could easily be a scene from a longer novel. – Cyrene Olson, Uncaged Book Reviews

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Excerpt:

Joe whirled, almost fell again, but then was paralyzed with terror. The street was filled with scenes of confusion and mayhem. Multiple horrors unfolded as he stared. People ran back and forth in a mad dash that seemed without reason.

Three different car accidents blocked the street near the stop light. Two were clearly fender benders, but both cars in the third wreck were twisted heaps. No people, EMT’s or police were gathered around the accidents. Weird.

Even as he examined the carnage, a truck sped by him, honking the horn in a continuous, annoying blast. A small car flashed from the area behind the accident and the truck rammed its side. The car was pushed by the momentum across the street, crashing into a store window.

The driver of the truck jumped out, cursing. He was a big man with a beer belly. Stomping over to the car, he jerked the passenger door open. Mouth dropping open, he slammed the door shut, turned and ran toward the scene of the car pileup.

“Hey.” Joe tried to yell at the fleeing man, but all he could do was croak. Man, he needed water so bad. His throat was closed up and his tongue was swollen.

He saw movement on the driver’s side and the shadow of a figure in the back seat. Joe squinted. His eyesight wasn’t that great and he wondered if he wore glasses. Maybe they lay amongst the trash bags.

It looked like the two people were struggling with each other, but he couldn’t be sure. What had terrified the big man when he opened the door? Joe had thought it was leaving the scene of an accident, but now he wasn’t so sure.

Joe was numb with shock. He’d never seen such a violent accident happen right in front of him. What should I do? He was weak-kneed, still suffering the after effects of the beating. Joes’ inaction seemed to make the decision for him. Not doing anything seemed a safer choice.

His attention was grabbed by more strange activities nearby. Gangs of people stood and knelt over something lying on the sidewalk in several locations and red splatters spread out on the concrete around the grouped figures. Some of the gut-shriveling screams burst forth from the clustered figures, as well as moans. Had there been a massacre or horrific accident on a larger scale than the cars?

Other people ran past him shrieking. He frowned. What were they running from? A woman in a gray business suit hurled by with a pistol clutched to her chest. Holding a toddler in his arms, an elderly man huffed past him, glancing fearfully behind as he apparently struggled to move faster.

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Don’t miss my other zombie short story!

Better than Candy by Myra Nour

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Myra Nour is the author of several best-selling romance novels, including Love’s Captive. She retired as CEO of BTSeMag in January 2016 and began focusing on her horror books. She is a huge fan of horror, loves The Walking Dead and devours zombie books. She is currently working on a zombie novel of her own.

Website: www.myranour.net