The Strange Day

My Halloween gift to all of you (I will be posting microfiction/flash fiction horror pieces all weekend):

The sunlight slanting in through the window, lingered on a bowl of fruit as the day came to a close. This was the last of light which became a treasure to the people, who were frightened, as the end was near. She scurried grabbing her rifle from the shed outside, as the grumbling sounds of the walking dead could be heard in the distance. What started as a peaceful day, ended being the last harmony to be felt to the remaining survivors of the zombie outbreak. The Aztecs prophesied this day would come, that the skeleton people would be the end of human civilization and today was that day.

The kitchen was still sanctimonious, a sacred space, and, Himalayan salt was no longer going to work against these monstrosities. The only hope was this shotgun she had purchased hesitantly months prior. She thought of gratitude for preparing herself by taking shooting lessons. She was not going to become a meal to those flesh eaters. A hideous sound came from the front door, and, she sprinted to the mahogany archway, trying to remember if it was locked.

The sound of bones slamming against the doorway was sonic, and echoed throughout the house. With the rifle in her hand, the young woman opened the door. In front of her was a rotting corpse with hemoglobin parchments drooling off of his chin. She raised her shotgun, and said “not today” as she pulled the trigger releasing a blast through the skull of the dead man.

~Celena StarVela

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Frightful Night

It is Halloween season, the merriest one of them all, and as a result, I have been working on a short horror zine (a compilation of flash fiction and poetry pieces) dedicated to my favorite time of year!

Here is a snippet of one of the flash pieces I plan on submitting to SciFi and Fantasy Poetry Association and including in the zine (which I will be selling later on):

The black horse rides through the flames risen from the earth

Samhain is here, the veil is thin,

Children scream and cry… frightened of the headless man

*thump, thump, thump*

The hooves get heavier and draw closer to the town

Screams pierce the dreary night

Fire engulfs the hay as the headless man draws closer

The autumn winds are defeated by the flames

But the horseman does not stop

The only hope is daybreak

But it is too late and the villagers drown in the flames

Destined to haunt on the next Hallow’s Eve

 

The black horse rides through the flames risen from the earth

Samhain is here, the veil is thin,

Children scream and cry… frightened of the headless man

*thump, thump, thump*

The hooves get heavier and draw closer to the town

Screams pierce the dreary night

Fire engulfs the hay as the headless man draws closer

The autumn winds are defeated by the flames

But the horseman does not stop

The only hope is daybreak

But it is too late and the villagers drown in the flames

Destined to haunt on the next Hallow’s Eve

~Celena StarVela (E.R. Buendia)

Note: Pen name is now Celena StarVela for any magical or horror stories I write.

I am excited to continue sharing my work with you all and I plan on submitting some more stuff this month. Finishing up a couple folklore, horror, and poems which have to do with goddesses, witches, and, also prepping for NaNoWriMo! Delving into the steampunk realm this year 🙂

Love and Light

~ Celena Star Vela ~

Mabon Poem

The time is here for autumn. The air is getting crisper, leaves are changing colors and the equinox is here. Its time to embrace the darkness. Here’s a poem of light and dark, its connection to Mabon….

Mabon has arrived and with it

People feast on grains and vegetables alike

The darkness starts to rise from the Underworld

Light takes a slumber as dark skies reign

Feel the crisp air against your skin

Let the moon be your guide

It’s okay to become a part of the night 

Chants are heard throughout the land

Harvest arrives with plenty of food

For the bellies of creatures 

Hibernation around the corner

Persephone. Hades. Animal spirits.

They have come to reign.

Light burning a flame within

Divine light guides those lost back to  their lovely abodes 

-E.R. Buendia

Halloween Zine 

I am excited about a short book project I am finishing up with prose and flash fiction pieces combined with original photography. It’s going to be a short horror anthology for Halloween. Making a zine is not as difficult as I thought it would be and it’ll be a cool way to share my work locally. Purpose is to get my work out and read!

Morgana outline is slow going,  been distracted by yoga teaching and important deadlines for school. Writing is my way to unwind and relax. Its been keeping me balanced.

Here’s my story for today, it’ll be up in the zine….

Swipe, Swipe, Swipe, 

Left and Right, Left and Right

The young woman moved her index finger back and forth

Hoping to get matched with the latest handsome stranger

Little did she know, she was in for danger

As she continued to swipe, 

a heart formed on the screen of her iPhone

A MATCH, finally, she let out a sinister giggle

“Let’s meet up tonight” 

wrote the interested fool

“Meet me at the corner bar on K Street” she replied, excitedly, knowing she’s in for a night of free booze and food, a relief to her penniless bank account


After an hour, the night grew tiresome as the man had forgotten his wallet and she was stuck with the bill


Feeling agitated, due to the plan not working, she got up to leave


The man glared at her with an apathetic gaze filled with mischievous desire


Thinking that she was in for a midnight rendezvous,


the woman let the mystery man follow her home

As the streets grew darker and the clicking of the woman’s heels got heavier


the man followed closely, breathing deeply onto her neck


In the shadow of the street light, the woman spied the outline of a knife


Raised high in the air, above the outline of her own head


A shriek formed inside of the woman’s mouth, “ahhhhhhhhhh”


As the blade came down into her right shoulder


Searing pain rain through her body, trying to run,


The man followed her, striking once more,


And, the woman kept running, approaching her door


As her bloody hand reached to open the door, she caught her reflection


And blew herself a kiss, as she fainted onto a puddle of rainwater face first 

-E.R. BUENDIA