Trick or Treat

Hey everyone!

I’m finally back and have some exciting news to share. I’m publishing two zines in the next month and vending at Tijuana Zine Fest this year. I’ll be publishing a poetry zine entitled Love Poems to Get You Through the Dating Apocalypse and a short story photo book, Desolate Spaces. I’m going to work on creating an online store to have it available to sell via my upcoming website.

Besides finishing final edits on these two zines, here is my other goal for June (and probably for July as well): to finish horror stories I started last year and compile them into an anthology. So far, my plan for this one is to completely draw and design the cover myself and also, to self-publish. The idea behind this project is to create something reminiscent of classic 90s horror geared toward young adults; for e.g., Scary Stories to Tell in the DarkGoosebumps, and, Are You Afraid of the Dark?.

I’ve been taking a couple workshops to improve my knowledge and writing skills. So, here is a snippet of a flash fiction piece I came up with in my Flash Fiction workshop through Flash Fiction Magazine:

Trick or Treat

When I was younger, my heart bubbled up with anticipation on October 31st, knowing that I would escape myself for one night. Clutching my plastic pumpkin pail, I’d jump with fright at the sight of ghoulish creatures and drool over the scents of miniature M&M’sTwixTootsie Rolls, and Snickers.

With Love & Light,

E.R. Buendia

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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

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 ~