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Well, mostly.  The files have been sent to the printer and now I just wait to make sure all is good before we actually go ahead with the printing!  I feel like I now don't have to stress about my time usage.  I can goof off and not feel like a dope.  (well... no...)  Randomly, I think I got a pineapple head to grow...

I've been itching to do so many other projects, but I've been consumed with the children's book for so long.  I really hope that people like it!  I spent a lot of time on it.  And it consumed my life like no other book has in a long time... Okay... i can stress about the fact that for each copy I sell after spending god knows how much time on making this thing I will make about half a buck.  (dollar, not a deer... I could at least eat a deer.)  

Okay, time to be mindless for a tad... 
  • Listening to: Marilyn Manson
  • Reading: some pulp mystery novel from the 40's
  • Watching: the cursor blink
  • Eating: nothing... I have no money for food.
  • Drinking: melted ice
A simple Halloween offering by S.J. Moyer (10/31/14)

*Please forgive any typos as this was typed in a hurry so you may enjoy this very early draft!*

THE ZOMBIE


Once upon a midday dreary
while I cowered weak and weary
as I worried 'bout the security of the door.
I was so tired, nearly napping,
when there suddenly was a pounding
as though someone hammering,
slamming on the cabin door.
“Tis some zombie,” I uttered,
“Pounding at the cabin door...
-a creature of hell and nothing more.

If only I could not remember,
it was a cold and dark September...
The world learned of terror
as the dead began to walk once more.
Useless to wish for tomorrow,
this terror deep inside my marrow,
My chances of survival narrow-
Narrow for what lie behind the door...
The hungry dead that wait for me
beyond that cabin door.
-this life of terror forevermore.

How foolish we were in thinking
Everything of life was certain,
False safety- how silly to think things so sure
That those alive would forever be the only living
But now the dead are living
and they want through my door
the living dead are pounding
to get to me through my door.
-this terror is left and nothing more.

Suddenly I snapped in terror;
thinking my hiding place an error.
“Zombies,” said I, “Creatures from hell that stalk my door.
I wish simply to be napping
when with violence you came rapping
And blatantly have been pounding,
Pounding at this cabin door!
Where I know my flesh and blood brought you.”
And here I heard the cracking of the door!
-my life soon forfeit I was sure.

In my worn boots I was shaking,
to my very core was quaking,
Wishing answers to prayers
no man ever imagined praying before!
But the world come to ruin,
And somehow reality was broken...
Silently I prayed to what god would hear,
“Hold fast the door!”
Words I pray with mouth of silence,”
“Please hold the door!”
-This I prayed and nothing more!

I backed into the room aiming,
my tired trigger finger yearning,
and again I heard the pounding,
as though of more fists than before!
“Dear God!” said I, “why could my
trail they would not notice”
I wished and prayed and desired
so they would leave my door
-this in silence I did implore!

Just then the dead bolt did shatter,
and my heart stopped with a shudder.
Slowly giving way and creaking open came the door.
There stood but one sole zombie,
as still as a statue stood he,
Tall and terrifying stood the undead
standing before me at the cabin door.
Standing silent at the broken frame of the cabin door...
-Standing silent and nothing more.

The sight of this solitary creature turned
My terror into nearly laughing!
By imaginations shaped in fear,
and hellish demonic images of gore,
I had thought an army of undead
would bring me to an end!
Though in truth only one undead traveler was at my door.
I steadied myself to quiet
and watched the zombie at my door...
-Quothe the zombie, “ARGAGORE!”

Surprised was I to hear
such an attempt at speech so vainly.
Though I was quite certain
it's utterance meant nothing more
than an escape of air through rotted flesh, not living
yet so relieved was I to see but only
one such beast at my door...
-I in jest name it Argagore.

There the sole zombie stood,
rotting, fetid and so lonely;
The one gurgled sound of a corpse
with no soul could out-pour.
Not a sound more did it make,
not another step it ventured...
I thought in silence to myself,
“Other zombies will be sure,
If this one stands there in the open,
There will surely be many more!”
-Again it gurgled, “ARGARORE!”

I was startled by it utterance gurgled again...
“Curious,” thought I, “I wonder
what memory it tried to implore?
Perhaps recalled from its last moments alive before disaster,
its fate was to die and become this undead at my door?”
For whatever the course that brought
this walking corpse to this very door...
-it remembered only, “Argagore.”

Still the Zombie stood swaying only,
but not advancing.
Silently I tried to be as I stood,
steadily facing through the door.
Then as my arm started sinking,
I got my mind to thinking...
Merely a curiosity,
I wondered about the beast at the door.
That gross, rotting, stinking, fetid
dead thing at the door...
-Was there meaning in “Argagore?”

This I stood tired and wondering,
as this scene grew confusing.
The blank, hungry eyes of the zombie unfocused past the door,
I was confused wished understanding,
my whole body shrugged to tiring...
my eyes wished for sleep,
wished for a world of dreams to take over,
but it was a waking nightmare,
not pleasant dreams that would take over.
-not as the thing stood at the door.

It was then the air grew thicker,
The stench of the rot growing clearer,
Wafting as from Hades whose like
was rampant just outside the cabin door.
“Demon!” I cried.  “From hell must come thee!
-by these demons He hath sent thee!
What is it? -Why is it you simply stand
There at my open door?!
Come on; come demon and move from the open door!”
-Gargled the zombie, “ARGAGORE!”

“Demon!” Shouted I.  “Rotten, vile evil!
Demon thing, creature of the Devil!
What Fate has sent,
or just by random you pound at this door!
Vacant stare, vacant mind that only
of grotesque hunger enchanted,
To this simple cabin of refuge,
and to this very door!
Why did it have to be you find yourself at this very door?”
-Quothe the zombie, “ARGAGORE!”

“Demon!” cried I.  “Rotten, vile evil!
Demon thing, creature of the Devil!
By the sun and sky above us,
in the name of God you abhor!
Come at me with your might if,
in your afterlife of sin,
It was my blood, brains and flesh
that brought you to this door!
Stand there no more and get
this flesh as brought you to this door!”
-Quothe the zombie, “ARGAGORE!”

“Why do you say that one thing,
Demon thing!” I screamed upstarting.
“Go back to the night or come through that open door!
I'll blow your brains out and not be taken!
I swear my resolve not to be broken!
So get the from my open door!
Take your rotting self away
and get thee from my open door!
-Quothe the zombie, “ARGAGORE!”

And the zombie, never moving,
still was standing... still was standing
on the threshold in the entrance
of the cabin door.
And his glazed eyes had all life taken from its being
as twilight shone behind,
his rotten form cast his shadow on the floor
My heart had seized and my body lies
'Cross the shadow on that floor.
-scared to death by... “ARGAGORE!”

-by S.J. Moyer
inspired by E.A. Poe
Untitled
The Zombie
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So this morning I got a great surprise when I, in a very sleepy mode, checked up on my correspondence accounts (email) and found that an individual funded me for the remaining $395!!!!  Holy shit!  That is beyond awesome at this point!  All for a children's book of mine!  

Since that is as it is, I have started to formulate stretch goals... never even thought I would have to... This whole thing has been awesome!  

If you have a moment, it would be great if you could still spread the word... Icarus the Flying Pig Kickstarter

Thanks!
-sjm
  • Listening to: Die Antwoord: Enter the Ninja
  • Reading: rendezvous with rama
  • Drinking: Pop
Poke-e-dot Bikini Girl by sjwilde
Poke-e-dot Bikini Girl
I have a new job that is really boring, and I've been bringing things to do.  One thing to do is draw... so here is a toon chick in a bikini with I guess pretty big boobs... and huge hips...   I'll not say that I am ever amazing, and this isn't... all I could think if when I finished this was "Man can my daughter really draw!"
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S.J. Moyer
Artist | Hobbyist | Traditional Art
United States
I am a published author who loves to paint, draw and create. I have never claimed to be a great artist, but I like what I do. I'm always looking to improve, but I will admit that between writing, family and other things I do to survive, I rarely get much chance to work on art projects.
In my journey of improvement, I stared a web comic called Dinosaur Space Bar. Over the years, I've seen improvement in not only skill, but also my ability to stick with a schedule. Since, I have tried a couple of other web comics, but DSB is the main one I keep up on for now. Check it out: dinosaurspacebar.smackjeeves.c…

I wrote a manuscript for a children's book some time ago and have finally started to get that underway with my own illustrations. I'm hoping to get that out by the holidays this year!

Really, I just love to create. Thanks for checking me out!

-S.J. Moyer

Current Residence: Pennsylvania
Favourite genre of music: Industrial, death metal, punk, gritty blues
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Well, mostly.  The files have been sent to the printer and now I just wait to make sure all is good before we actually go ahead with the printing!  I feel like I now don't have to stress about my time usage.  I can goof off and not feel like a dope.  (well... no...)  Randomly, I think I got a pineapple head to grow...

I've been itching to do so many other projects, but I've been consumed with the children's book for so long.  I really hope that people like it!  I spent a lot of time on it.  And it consumed my life like no other book has in a long time... Okay... i can stress about the fact that for each copy I sell after spending god knows how much time on making this thing I will make about half a buck.  (dollar, not a deer... I could at least eat a deer.)  

Okay, time to be mindless for a tad... 
  • Listening to: Marilyn Manson
  • Reading: some pulp mystery novel from the 40's
  • Watching: the cursor blink
  • Eating: nothing... I have no money for food.
  • Drinking: melted ice

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General-Palladium Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2014   General Artist
Hello, sir ! :D
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sjwilde Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hello yourself!
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maiarcita Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2014
Thankss for the :+devwatch:
I really appreciate your kind support :iconheartballoonplz: :rose:
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tarorae Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2014  Professional General Artist
Thanks for the watch!
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Dianakb Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2013
Nice gallery... Keep posting. :)
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sjwilde Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
thanks! Keep watching!
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thanks from the watch deary
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NorbertLieb Featured By Owner May 9, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Just a random "hi" from your random daughter! :dummy:
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Squeakys-Lair Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2012  Professional General Artist
Thank you for adding me to your favorites! <3
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todd here.....great stuff!!
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