But the possibilities of a dead thing are endless in the minds of teens.
“Damn … zombies.”
This could all go to hell and turn into another bad pairing of talents, but I hope that it won't, and it'll grow into something like each of the writers who will attend.
When I made the conscious choice and decision to be a writer, I looked at what opportunities that were out there for writers who wanted to do what I planned on doing and studied them to better prepare myself for the future I wanted.
"Zay signs off, switches terminals and servers. He is no longer V01D, serpent of the Red Vine, but is now 640ST, the unseen hand behind the destruction of the world." Flash fiction excerpt from my current WIP
"When they find my body deposited on the shores of their desolation, they will not reject me this time." Micro story that explores the biases that are built into our future systems.
In the end, the sun chased the moon until it caught them in its fangs.