Horror & Zombie Fiction
-- Flash, short stories and anthologies --
#1 Bestseller Horror Anthology! Descent into Darkness anthology, 20 stories and novellas. 700+ pgs.
In my story, "Thirteen Horses," sometimes the punishment fits the crime. Buy: Kindle and print 
My creepy new flash fiction story, "Jars" is in the #28, Aug. '16 issue of Siren's Call e-magazine. Download the PDF free! 160 pgs. of fiction and art!
Print & Kindle! New flash fiction anthology - 100 flash fiction stories by 100 authors.
Includes my story, "Second Chances" - yes, even zombie stories can have a happy ending! When zombies appear, the town hoarder sees the baby shoes in the hall of the day care and hopes she isn't too late... Buy: Amazon.com - All Amazon Links 
My flash story, "The Perfect Gifts" in Sirens Call, Women in Horror Issue #13 - click for free download PDF.
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A short story prequel to my book, GIRL Z: My Life as a Teenage Zombie
What happened to Spence before he got home? Spence’s “perfect” job is anything but. He escapes a living dead nightmare when his co-workers turn into flesh-eating monsters. As the plague spreads, Spence heads home hoping to see his family one last time... if he can make it. Buy: All formats - Smashwords - All Amazon Links Read an excerpt. 
You never know what's being served in my story, "Today's Special" in the Zen of the Dead anthology.
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Flash fiction, "The Storm" in FEAST OF THE DEAD, Hors D'Oeuvres from Source Point Press. BUY: Amazon.com
Zombie stories and excerpts from 32 female authors.
Includes my flash stories, "Beauty in the Eyes of the Beholder" and "The Day the Music Died," plus the prologue excerpt from GIRL Z: My Life as a Teenage Zombie. BUY: (Free) Smashwords - Kindle - Kobo B&N. 
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The story is based on the characters from my novel, GIRL Z: My Life as a Teenage Zombie
Read the rest of the story at Wattpad.
"Ghouls Like Us"
The first day of school and we learn we're the different ones.
By C.A. Verstraete
Like most everything else in my life, I even did this zombie thing half-way.
Modern medicine and the amazing line of "Ghouls Like Us" cosmetics luckily lets me and other kids infected with the Z virus function almost like normal—if you consider no discernible heartbeat, a weird grayish, blotched skin and a bunch of other awful stuff—normal. I sure don't.
At least I wasn't like them. Not that being a part-Z was any better, especially the food part. No more of my Tia's spicy tacos, my favorite, or mom's yummy tortilla soup. Now all I had was a freakish fascination with raw food. Ick. Of course, you know, it sure beat the alternative.
So, I had to make the best of being a part-Z, and that meant going back to school. Big change there, too, warned my cousin, ever the bearer of bad news. Forget our old school, Carm said.
The dread ballooned inside, though I couldn't much feel the physical effects anymore. Not that I missed the huge headaches I'd get whenever I was upset. My head probably would've exploded by now.
"What do you mean, big change? Carm, quit joking."
My cousin gave me a serious look and went back to rummaging in my closet. "Becca, I'm not kidding. Somebody from the school office called my mom. Said the principal and most of the staff are gone. No one knows where they went, and there's no time to find enough new teachers. So we're going to Barracuda for our last year. Hey, it'll be fine. I like this green shirt. You wearing it?"
"Like that'll go with my pasty grey skin?" I barked. "Take it."
I turned away, ignoring her hurt look. I'd apologize later. First, I had to sort out what this meant.
Barracuda High had a reputation for taking in the kids no one else wanted—the troubled and the troublemakers, the near-dropouts, the druggies, the disengaged. I gulped. And now part Z's like me? --- Read the rest at Wattpad.
Read the rest of the story at Wattpad.
"Ghouls Like Us"
The first day of school and we learn we're the different ones.
By C.A. Verstraete
Like most everything else in my life, I even did this zombie thing half-way.
Modern medicine and the amazing line of "Ghouls Like Us" cosmetics luckily lets me and other kids infected with the Z virus function almost like normal—if you consider no discernible heartbeat, a weird grayish, blotched skin and a bunch of other awful stuff—normal. I sure don't.
At least I wasn't like them. Not that being a part-Z was any better, especially the food part. No more of my Tia's spicy tacos, my favorite, or mom's yummy tortilla soup. Now all I had was a freakish fascination with raw food. Ick. Of course, you know, it sure beat the alternative.
So, I had to make the best of being a part-Z, and that meant going back to school. Big change there, too, warned my cousin, ever the bearer of bad news. Forget our old school, Carm said.
The dread ballooned inside, though I couldn't much feel the physical effects anymore. Not that I missed the huge headaches I'd get whenever I was upset. My head probably would've exploded by now.
"What do you mean, big change? Carm, quit joking."
My cousin gave me a serious look and went back to rummaging in my closet. "Becca, I'm not kidding. Somebody from the school office called my mom. Said the principal and most of the staff are gone. No one knows where they went, and there's no time to find enough new teachers. So we're going to Barracuda for our last year. Hey, it'll be fine. I like this green shirt. You wearing it?"
"Like that'll go with my pasty grey skin?" I barked. "Take it."
I turned away, ignoring her hurt look. I'd apologize later. First, I had to sort out what this meant.
Barracuda High had a reputation for taking in the kids no one else wanted—the troubled and the troublemakers, the near-dropouts, the druggies, the disengaged. I gulped. And now part Z's like me? --- Read the rest at Wattpad.