Zombie Short Story Contest: Hosted by yours truly

Posted: 2011/09/05 in contest, Short story
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Alright, Zombie fans, it is time for the first Zombie Awareness International Zombie short-story contest!

Now all you creative Zombie freaks (like us) have the opportunity to get your Zombie stories out there for the whole world to see (and actually get some prizes from us. Yes, there will be prizes.)

So here are the basics:

  • Contest opens at midnight, September 5, 2011 PST. All entries must be emailed to zpoc.awareness@gmail.com no later than 11:59p.m., September 19, 2011 PST.
  • Short stories must be no less than 1500 words, and no more than 10,000 words.
  • Stories must be about Zombies.  Doesn’t matter if it is fast zombies, slow zombies, funny, sad, dark, whatever. Just has to have zombies.
  • Stories must be as grammatically correct and free of spelling and mechanical errors as possible.
  • Each story must have a title and a byline to be considered.
  • Eric, Tim and Rich will each select their 4 favorites (total of 12 stories) to be posted here for voting. Voting opens at 11:59p.m., September 24, 2011 PST, and closes at 11:59p.m. September 29, 2011 PST.
  • Voting will be in the form of comments on the top 12 posting, by story name.
  • There will be 1st, 2nd and 3rd place winners, each of which will be eligible for a prize. 4th and 5th place will get honorable mention. The prizes, which will aid in Zpoc survival will be announced by 11:59p.m., September 20, 2011 PST.

Here are the fine print rules:

  • To be eligible for a prize, you must be a resident of theUnited States. APOaddresses count. (Sorry to all of you outside of the U.S.you are still encouraged to submit, but for mailing purposes you must have a validU.S.address to receive your prize.)
  • Entries must be submitted to zpoc.awareness@gmail.com as a word .doc attachment. The body of the email must have your first and last name and mailing address. (we won’t post your addresses or sell them or anything funky like that.)
  • We will use your story on our website for readership. We do not own your story. We cannot guarantee or take responsibility for any plagiarism or foul play with your story once we post it. We will not edit your story in any way at all. If your story is more than 10,000 words, we will cut it at 10,000 and post it that way. (please don’t make us have to do that.) We cannot guarantee that your story will win, be read on the website or get posted.
  • By sending us your story, you agree to let us post it and use it for advertising and driving traffic to our site.
  • If your story gets posted to our website, we retain the ability to keep it on our site for up to six months. After that, you can request it be taken down.
  • One entry per person. Total.
  • All decisions made by Zombie Awareness International are final.

Good luck and we look forward to reading your submissions!

Zombie Awareness International.

And to wet your whistle, here is the introduction to a Zombie story I wrote a few years back. Let’s see what you got!

The Last War

By Eric A. Rutherford

Introduction

Nobody knows when it started, or where. Some say it was a bio-weapon that got out of hand. Others hold that it came from China. Quite a few even believe that it was punishment from God for how we had become as a society. I imagine that someday, maybe a couple hundred years from now, a panel of “experts” will convene and determine what actually happened. All that really matters to me is that I am alive, my people are alive, and that we have been safe for several years. Safe is a relative term these days. No one is ever truly safe anymore. “They” made sure of that. Maybe the war will never be over. Maybe they never will be stopped. Maybe this is the end for mankind forever. I don’t have time for maybe anymore. These days, I just try to make it to tomorrow.

I thought I had seen the end of war once. It was no more than a year after I had come home from fighting in the Last Great War in the desert when I remember hearing about the “isolated incidents.” They were few and far between at first. The reports of people going on shooting rampages, then turning the gun on themselves, would be “big news.” Everyone would talk about how these “maniacs” should be stopped, or how we can disarm ourselves so that these sorts of things don’t happen anymore—If only we had known then what we know now; we would have hailed those so-called maniacs as heroes. They were the ones that eventually brought light to the scourge at our doorsteps. It became more and more common. It used to happen maybe once a year or so, I guess in the end it just sort of merged into a daily event for many of us. The hearty ones identified the threat early, the others were not so lucky.

I grew up in a family that was familiar with the art of war. My father had been in the military during Vietnam, and so had my uncle. We grew up around guns, and always had a vigilant stance kind of mind set. I joined the Army just a year out of high school, and did my active duty time in a combat job. I got out and joined the National Guard, which was significantly different then. We were the weekend warriors you hear about now. A lot of that changed during the Last Great War in the desert. It made true combat soldiers out of a bunch of beer-swilling dirt bags that just came to their one weekend a month, two weeks a year so they could get a little extra money. But all the combat tours that were necessary to clean up the mess over there made sure that the force was shaped into something that was actually a bunch of fire-pissing steely eyed killers.

So when I had to go to war with the hordes of the walking dead, I guess it wasn’t that big of a deal. Don’t get me wrong, after you have to smash the skull of a person you knew, or God forbid, a family member it is a pretty big damn deal. Zombies – that is what they used to call them in horror stories – human beings who would reanimate after being dead and walk the earth, devouring human flesh. They did that for sure. Damn near wiped us out forever. We were on the brink. What they really devoured was our spirit, our will to live and fight. Whatever you want to call them, Zombies, Ghouls, Zack, “Z” – they were the ultimate fighting machine.

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