Jason Zapata

Author: jzapata

  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned

    Part Six of The Lost Children of Guérande

    Reginald strode along a deep, slow churning stream. His eyes constantly scanned the brush and trees for the quarry he sought. The marsh was silent besides the soft squelching sound his boots made as he tread over the mud. The sun shined wanly through trees and Reginald tried to remain in the shadows as he moved forward.
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  • “T-Rex vs Samurai” by RJ Palmer

    RJ Palmer is a young, digital artist hailing from San Francisco, California. His primary tool of choice is Photoshop CS3. Mr. Palmer’s work includes game concepts, character designs and landscapes. (more…)

  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned

    Part Five of The Lost Children of Guérande 

    As Reginald expected a man was sent to the surrounding farms seeking volunteers to hunt the troll. A detailed description wasn’t forthcoming for those men gathered just outside of Guérande. A wise withholding of information, given the peasants would return to their fields if they knew the truth.
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  • The Way

    By Jason Zapata

    You wrap your soft arms around me,
    Press against the statue I’ve become.
    And gaze into eyes staring past you.
    “Why won’t you say anything…?”
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  • Banshee’s Wail

    By Jason Zapata

    This says I is the truth
    Or let the Saints forsake me.

    The night was distressed.
    And the moon peered warily
    Through a veil of clouds.
    Trudging home from the inn,
    I heard a chilling scream.
    It echoed across the fields,
    Filled and rattled my bones.
    And I felt cold. Terribly cold.
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  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned

    Part Four of The Lost Children of Guérande

    Reginald pursued his quarry across a farmer’s field. The troll’s towering form was a dark blot in the distance. It’s long stride rapidly covered ground towards the darkness that was Brière. Reginald had wanted to intercept his foe before it reached the marsh.
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  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned

    Part Three of The Lost Children of Guérande

    “Hello, monsieur. My name is Clemence.”

    Reginald whipped his head around and spotted a young girl beside him. She was a frail and filthy thing. Her blonde hair was uncombed, half of which hung to one side by a single pigtail. She gave Reginald an impish smile, more than aware of how badly she had startled the knight.

    “How did – What are you doing here?” Reginald growled.
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  • I, Dracula: Finale

    By Jason Zapata

    Past the guarded port of Varna I would sail
    Where enemies awaited having arrived by train
    But their efforts to ambush me were in vain
    Relentless Helsing followed by mountain trail
    Driven by his indomitable will to prevail
    The brave men of the west invaded my domain
    Once more blood covered this scarred terrain
    And all my powers and minions were to no avail
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  • On The Charges of Emotionally Damaging Revisionism – We find Michael Bay Innocent

    The hatred of Michael Bay needs to stop. The prolific director’s Transformers trilogy and his upcoming work on the new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie have fan boys in an uproar. Their accusations of ruined childhoods are as melodramatic as they’re unsubstantiated. Even if Michael Bay had ruined someone’s childhood – whose childhood did he ruin?
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  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned

    Part Two of The Lost Children of Guérande

    Things seemed to move slowly at that point. Reginald could see Andre’s outstretched hand ready to accept his sword. The knight stepped around him – knowing how the Frenchman would react. An affirming rasp of the sheriff’s sword leaving its scabbard warned Reginald. (more…)