Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    Zombie LaLa
    Zombie LaLa
    Zombie LaLa
    Ebook62 pages53 minutes

    Zombie LaLa

    By A. Blackwelder

    4.5/5

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    Housewives become Zombies in the quiet suburbs...
    Excerpt:
    "A silent scream erupted from somewhere deep inside Crystal. She could feel the anger building, like something inside of her broke. Slowly counting to 10, she gently placed the camera on the sofa and spun back around to glare at her husband Alex, her thin summer dress swirling around her. "Fine, I won't pick up my camera again! I'll spend all day in the kitchen." Trapped, she felt so trapped, unconsciously her upper lip curled like an angry dog."

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAmi Blackwelder
    Release dateJun 6, 2014
    ISBN9781311690579
    Zombie LaLa
    Author

    A. Blackwelder

    A indie writer of paranormal and syfy

    Read more from A. Blackwelder

    Related to Zombie LaLa

    Related ebooks

    Fantasy For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      Partners

      Sep 15, 2018

      Enter,” she says, and is obeyed. He’s taller than before, or perhaps he only seems taller now that he’s here, in the house. She walks behind him, moving toward the living room, and wonders if he might be too tall for her house. It soon dawns on her t

      8 min read

    • Article

      Bone Bread

      Jan 18, 2019

      Bone Bread
      6 min read

    • Article

      More

      May 10, 2023

      Jacob was finishing his cup of coffee, which he didn’t really need with his nerves already shaking him, when his wife, Dina, walked over with the coffee pot. “More?” She inquired sweetly, but he shook his head. He had enough coffee. He had enough in

      11 min read

    • Article

      Announcing The winners Of Our FLASH CONTEST

      Feb 29, 2020

      I sever the first two fingers of my left hand on a Tuesday. They fall to the ground at my feet, causing a momentary confusion as I wonder what tree has dropped this odd fruit. Then I see the crescent scar left behind by a fish hook and know that thes

      8 min read

    • Article

      The Education of Mrs. R.

      Sep 6, 2022

      An adolescent shriek woke her. Cockerels, she thought, cockerels, with a wry twist to the word. She lay in the dark listening. There was no use in covering her head; the screaming still came through. The soloist was suddenly submerged in the chorus.

      13 min read

    • Article

      Just Passing

      Aug 17, 2020

      Zoe cracks the curtain in the bay window and watches as he bounces from one foot to another in the cold. Tap, tap, tap, he goes at the letterbox. But she shouldn’t even let him in. He’s trouble. He throws his arms out and shouts through the glass: “S

      5 min read

    • Article

      An Unspeakable Life

      Jan 10, 2022

      It was a perfect fall afternoon when Muriel found out she was pregnant. Tourists snatched up apple cider by the gallon at farm stands. Leaf peepers stood on the side of the road with their cameras aimed in all directions; wherever you looked, a quint

      12 min read

    • Article

      Remains

      Sep 1, 2017

      THIS IS what you think your mother’s remains will look like. The ash will be black, like all that soot in the fireplace. It will be heavy, like wet sand. There will not be too much of it. It will fit in a small urn with intricate designs on the borde

      6 min read

    • Article

      A Little About Why

      Jun 1, 2023

      A Little About Why
      15 min read

    • Article

      The Woman In The Bay Window

      Feb 4, 2021

      The Woman In The Bay Window
      2 min read

    • Article

      Cricket Ceague

      Apr 1, 2019

      Penelope Berkeley, age 9 Mars Hill, NC Night had fallen, and Luna awoke from where she had been sleeping in a cornfield. She moved steadily through the stalks with barely a sound, keeping her eyes on the glittering glass rooftop of the greenhouse in

      7 min read

    • Article

      The Duplex

      Jun 9, 2020

      I moved to Los Angeles to sing. When was this? August? June? I was twenty-nine, and those were shapeless months, when the days blended together and I refused to pull them apart. My landlord was unusually close to her adult son. His name was Jeffrey,

      21 min read

    • Article

      Justanother Day

      May 31, 2022

      Justanother Day
      6 min read

    • Article

      The DATING GAME

      Aug 3, 2022

      The DATING GAME
      8 min read

    • Article

      Fanning the FLAMES

      Jan 18, 2022

      Fanning the FLAMES
      6 min read

    • Article

      Timespiral

      Feb 1, 2020

      Timespiral
      7 min read

    • Article

      The DATING GAME

      Apr 2, 2024

      The DATING GAME
      8 min read

    • Article

      Gabriel & Holly

      Feb 8, 2021

      The first day was the most daunting. It helped that she’d arrived last night to settle herself in the cottage annexe before first contact this morning. Still, nerves attacked her as she stood before the door of the imposing but charming ivy-covered 1

      6 min read

    • Article

      Amanda Prowse

      Jul 1, 2021

      ‘Waiting To Begin, my current book, is Bessie’s story and focuses on two days in her life. On her sixteenth birthday, she is looking forward to a golden future. This day is set against the glorious backdrop of the 1980s where neon leg warmers and dan

      5 min read

    • Article

      Karen’s CHOICE

      Jul 7, 2021

      Karen’s CHOICE
      6 min read

    • Article

      It’s Her Day

      Aug 2, 2021

      She’s not naive enough to believe your wedding day is the start of a brand-new life, but she’s going to try like hell to make it that way. I’m getting married today! Jen would scream it to the few people on the street this early, below the hotel balc

      6 min read

    • Article

      The Space Between Us

      Oct 9, 2019

      The Space Between Us
      8 min read

    • Article

      Karen’s CHOICE

      Jul 11, 2023

      Karen’s CHOICE
      6 min read

    • Article

      Family Matters

      May 15, 2020

      Family Matters
      5 min read

    • Article

      21,915

      Jul 7, 2022

      21,915
      2 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for Zombie LaLa

    4.5/5

    3 ratings1 review

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

    • 5/5
      A quick read. Fun book,nice to see the different side of the zombies...

    Book preview

    Zombie LaLa - A. Blackwelder

    ZOMBIE LALA

    by A. Blackwelder

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright © 2013, A. Blackwelder

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or re-produced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, in-cluding photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the pub-lisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

    This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, inci-dents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

    This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this e-book with another person, please purchase another copy for each person you share it with. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return it and purchase your own copy. Thanks for respecting the hard work of these authors.

    Artwork © 2013 by Eloquent Enraptures

    Edited by Ashely Egan, Katherine Pine, EE Publishing

    It Started in the Kitchen in New Jersey, in the not so dis-tant future...

    Crystal and Alex

    A silent scream erupted from somewhere deep inside Crystal. She could feel the anger building, something inside of her broke. Slowly counting to ten, she gently placed the camera on the sofa and spun back around to glare at her husband Alex, her thin sum-mer dress swirling about her. Fine, I won’t pick up my camera again! I’ll spend all day in the kitchen.

    Trapped, she felt so trapped. Unconsciously, her upper lip curled like an angry dog. Her husband Alex threw his hands up before finishing his point, just like he always did, and then his hands landed on his suit’s slacks. I didn’t mean it like that, Crys-tal. I just need you to be more focused on the housework. Dishes are piling up and the floors are dirty. I’m at work all day and then come home to this...this filth.

    His carefully trimmed eyebrows sat at angles over his dark slanted eyes. A handsome man, Crystal fell in love with him easily in college. His tall and slender shape hung over her like a drill sergeant, his growing anger would become one more thing his mother would blame on Crystal, somehow. Sometimes she imag-ined him floating out the window like a kite, his words dragging behind him like a tail. It may not soften the stabbing complaints seeping from his mouth, but the image of him flying away made the words a little less painful. Wow, when did she start wishing she could blow him out of her life?

    She used to wish she could end this charade of a fight, that they seemed to have every payday, but these days she couldn’t summon enough emotion to care. She dusted her hands on her dress before she marched into the kitchen and jerked on the fau-cet, her wavy blond locks bouncing behind her. Water splashed over the dishes and she squeezed a few more drops of the Sun-Shine dish soap into the filling sink. Rinse, Soap, Rinse, repeat—or so the commercial goes, the latest soap brand to hit shelves. She settled into the never-ending ballet that was the dishes, the sudsy plates dancing across the counter. Then, her fingers started tin-gling.

    Alex followed Crystal into the kitchen and continued. Can’t you spend less time on your hobby and more time on the house?

    Oh! He went there.

    Hobby! Hobby? The anger rising in her throat was palpa-ble. I studied photography at college. I have wanted to be a pho-tographer since I got my first camera at four years old! How long did you study for your job? Eight Weeks? Whatever, Alex! If we hadn’t gotten married right out of college, maybe I would have had time to pursue my dreams. I am your wife, not your slave. I have replaced working on my career with working on your din-ner, and five years later where has that gotten me? Another bowl careened into the soapy water.

    What does that mean?

    It means you were supposed to have duties too, remember? Or did you already forget all the promises you made? She spun from the sink, her back at the counter edge, and her hands covered in suds. At least he had the decency to blush, the red creeping up his cheeks staining his

    Enjoying the preview?
    Page 1 of 1