Hitchhiker

August 20, 2014 by K.Z.

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Roger Bultot

Hitchhiker

“Ran away?” the driver asked.

I wanted to tell him to fuck off but he was kind enough to give me a ride.

I nodded.

“Have you found salvation?” he asked. The speedometer quivered to ninety-five.

“What the fuck…” I reached for the door but his heavy fist collided with my jaw.

“It’s alright, son.” His eyes were vulturine, burning with zeal as he blabbered something about the Lord and lost sheep. “I’ve come to take you home…”

Then I noticed the rosary made of fine hair and deciduous teeth and a shiny plastic crucifix dangling from the rearview mirror.

Guitar Girl

April 25, 2014 by K.Z.

Guitar Girl

He sits me on his lap. He clutches my neck.

His fingers strum my ribs.

My body shivers and sings, spurred into life by his sorrow.

I tell myself I’m his instrument… bought, kept… the sounds that I make—of pleasure and pain—fine-tuned to his every mood.

He tugs at my damaged strings and inside my hollow chest, my stifled screams echo for as long as we’ve been together.

His hands tighten around my throat while he convulses in sadistic satisfaction.

Sometimes, I dream of black body bags… of finding reprieve when he zips the world away from me.

I’m late! Sooo late. But I have a legit reason for that. I’ve just released an eBook! yep. 100 Nightmares is now live at Amazon.com, Lulu.com and Smashwords. I created a blog post yesterday, right here A reblog of that post would be wonderful 🙂

Thank you so much to those who supported me from the very start of this project. If you like horror/ my writing, it would be awesome if you could grab a copy and leave a review. 🙂 A fair warning though, most of the stories in the book are way darker than the ones I usually write for FF. (less than 20% of the stories there were from FF– the rest, all new) 🙂

Thanks again! xo K.Z. ❤

100 Nightmares is at Amazon, Lulu and Smashwords

The Rescue

April 17, 2014 by K.Z.

The Rescue

The fructification chamber is where they harvest thoughts… from children, mostly, because they have the grandest imaginations.

They sit, inhaling the drugging vapors, their brains imprisoned within their curious fantasies.

Their dreams nourish the now lackluster world… the very essence of their visions, their hopes, even their nightmares, extracted to create an elixir for the exhausted.

The clients are mostly artists, filmmakers, writers who have lost their touch but refuse to give way.

Surrounded by lazy curls of smoke are rows of orphaned and abducted children.

He unstraps a girl from the chair
and screams at what’s beneath the helmet.

Hi FF family! I’ll probably be late in reading some of the other stories. Another busy week for me. It’s Holy Week and i have a very religious family and i need to seek atonement for my sins. (takes a few days) lol so I guess that’s a pretty legit excuse 🙂 Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers for two years now! Wow. And thank you as well to the people who provide the photos to inspire us every week. this week’s photo is from Douglas M MacIlroy.
Here’s to many more years of great writing and meeting new friends. xo

Turn Around

March 26, 2014 by K.Z.

Every day, the sky is a cauldron churning with hell’s wrath.

Every night, the stars watch my back like a constellation of vengeful eyes.

A voice hisses through the trees. “Turn around.”

I don’t.

The ligneous limbs reach for me.

“Turn around.” The voice mimics my wife’s.

I gaze ahead, not knowing who or what’s behind me…

“Turn around, daddy.”

I stop.

I’ve forgotten what she looked like… why we were so ashamed of her… why we felt the need to bury her ugliness in these woods.

I’ve been walking for a long time.

Maybe it’s time to turn around…

Spring Finally Came

March 12, 2014 by K.Z.

Thank you so much to everyone who liked my FB page for 100 Nightmares
Now I need to ask you guys for a favor.
I’d like to run a Blog Blast for the cover reveal of my new story collection.
Help me spread the ~~disease~~ word.
I’d give you my soul in exchange but it’s so filthy, you probably don’t want anything to do with it.
Please email me at crazyaboutmiumiu2@yahoo.com to let me know if you’re in.
I’ll send you a preview of the book cover and the description.
Thanks so much in advance for your support 🙂 -K.Z.

Spring finally came…

I toiled in acres of buried bodies and the breeze babbled with our parents’ timorous voices.

Like everyone else, I murdered mine.

Mother’s eyes reflected the hunger that I felt…

So I shattered the mirror that was her face.

Her screams were like breaking glass– fragmented, crystalline.

The village was cursed with cold barrenness but because of our sacrifices, the earth became fertile once again.

It bore new a new kind of fruit.

The fleshy pink contours inside the crustaceous covering resembled our elders’ faces.

We ate… but the fruit left a bitter taste in our mouths…

The Family Tree

January 3, 2014 by K.Z.

The Family Tree

The tree’s ancient limbs branch out like roads to several different worlds.

It is, in a way, a birthright… the way to the promised place.

“You found them yet?” I’d ask Mutt every day.

My brother would shake his head, gangrenous tongue hanging from his mangled jaw.

Then he’d crawl back up, trying a new route… disappearing within the tree’s barbaric upside-down beard.

“I found it.” Mutt’s perpetually decomposing head sprouts from the tangles. “Ma and Pa were there.”

My turn.

I grab the rope—same one that Ma, Pa and Mutt used– and slip my head into the noose.

HAVE A GREAT 2014 everyone 🙂 I’ve gotten so used to the holidays and I’m having a hard time letting go. lol 🙂

PPS. with the picture, i know how easy it is to mistake Mutt for a dog so i made a couple of edits since posting this story xo 🙂

Contaminated Conception

December 27, 2013 by K.Z.

WARNING: language and content may be unpleasant

CONTAMINATED CONCEPTION

She comes home every morning, limping, reeking of sex and decay.

She makes coffee, sits across from me.

We don’t talk about it. Even as gray alien semen dribble down her thighs.

Every night, our women steal from our beds, like moths mesmerized by the phallic tower and its glaring sex light.

I try to ignore the abomination housed in her contaminated womb.

She carries it proudly… like she’s the virgin fucking Mary.

It’s time.

She’s bound to the bed.

I point my rifle at the screaming hole between her thighs and wait for the bastard’s head to come out.

PS because I suck at making story titles, feel free to suggest one. ^^ i hope your Christmas celebration rocked. xo 🙂

Bitter Magic

December 12, 2013 by K.Z.

On his deathbed, father handed me his bow and arrow. “Go hunt yourself a wife.”

I shook my head.

He should’ve married a good village woman.

Instead, he pursued her.

A day after she gave birth to me, she stepped out of her shoes and ran into the forest.

Just like that.

Father said she belonged there, where she can be savage and free in all her hirsute and fiercely fanged glory.

I promised myself I’ll never be like him… ruined by his flirtations with other worlds.

I’ll never dream of magic, love… or she-bears that turn into bad mothers…

Friday Fictioneers: 100 words Story Challenge LXIII

December 4, 2013 by K.Z.

Rivers of mud trickled down Helga’s cheeks breaking up to form filthy rivulets.

Serpent-like vines embraced the old tower like an obsessed lover.
You’d think one would have the sense to stay away.

Still he came… resplendent on his white horse with his unscathed sword.
“Release the princess!,” he demanded.

What princess?
Helga was the one who needed to be saved.

Droplets of his royal blood clung to her chest like a string of rubies… a souvenir from their dance– their macabre waltz of life and death.

Ogres don’t have hearts, Helga knew that.
Still something inside her kept breaking.

oh and before i forget, i just started tweeting. yeah, just now.lol so if you wanna add me up please do, https://twitter.com/kzmorano

Headlines

November 20, 2013 by K.Z.

Pretty face, big dreams, danced like nobody’s business…

“Wait and see, papi.” Alejandro told me he’d be in the headlines someday.

How right he’d been.

Should’ve moved out of that dump when I offered him the chance…
But he wanted to be a star… Whore his way to the top, that was his plan.

I picked up the newspaper from my table, carefully dusting off the blow that sprinkled his face.
Cops found the arms, then the legs… but not that pretty, pretty head.

I opened the freezer to ask him again…
Baby, why’d you gotta be such a whore…?