Bakersfield's Margie Custer gets scary writing horror novel and articles - By N.L. Belardes
I met Margie Custer at a Writers of Kern meeting (read, "Are Bakersfield writers getting exploited by the mainstream media? N.L. discusses in an afternoon with the Writers of Kern"). I quickly learned that Margie is one of the most prolific Bakersfield area writers. She gets articles published left and right in local print niche market newspapers with pieces about China, theatre, and music.
I asked her about her horror novel. (Don't keep reading if you can't handle the nastiness of green gooey monster plant blood... muahahahaha...)
Margie wrote: I am currently revising the first portion of my book, Green. Here is the general idea of what I plan on writing on the book’s jacket:
Evil has a color and it’s green. The American South is being overtaken by a foreign vegetation named Kudzu that grows one foot per day, creeps up the sides of farm machinery, over fences, up power poles and across fields. It covers all other vegetation with dense vines that dominate ecosystems. With a root system that spreads like crabgrass, the vines send new roots down every eighteen inches and can penetrate a dozen feet. Of course the vines are almost impossible to kill.
In a small secluded setting in Georgia, the Kudzu waits to eat. The vines attract unsuspecting travelers to the only building still standing in a burned out town, a diner named “Pops”.
Here is an excerpt:
I opened the door on the passenger’s side to see my children held captive by vines that entered through air vents.
“Mommy!” Annie screamed through her tears.
“It’s not your fault! I'm going to get you out!"
I grabbed a knife and furiously started to cut Annie loose. Thick sticky goo squirted from the severed green limbs and splattered over us and the car. The smell of old mold permeated the air.
As soon as I cut through the vines around my daughter’s wrists, new tentacles sprouted. They snaked around her neck and I tore them away, only to see more slither through the front air vents.
I frantically cut the Kudzu which somehow managed a deafening sound as if yelling. Spurts of green blood shot out as if I severed arteries.
I was covered in a sticky mess. My hand desperately wiped the disgusting liquid from my daughter’s face. Her mouth hung open and I was sure she was screaming, but I couldn’t hear as the screeching vines grew louder.
Immediately, more vines grew to take the place those severed.
I yanked and tugged at the vines. I grabbed a handful with my left hand and cut with my right while more Kudzu blood spewed everywhere. The knife easily sliced its way through the smallest stems.
When I completely freed Annie, I suddenly felt the vise-like grip of a green curl grabbing my ankle. It tugged and I quickly tumbled backward onto the ground.
Expect to see more from Margie Custer as she continues to write about art, China and more... muahahahahaha
I asked her about her horror novel. (Don't keep reading if you can't handle the nastiness of green gooey monster plant blood... muahahahaha...)
Margie wrote: I am currently revising the first portion of my book, Green. Here is the general idea of what I plan on writing on the book’s jacket:
Evil has a color and it’s green. The American South is being overtaken by a foreign vegetation named Kudzu that grows one foot per day, creeps up the sides of farm machinery, over fences, up power poles and across fields. It covers all other vegetation with dense vines that dominate ecosystems. With a root system that spreads like crabgrass, the vines send new roots down every eighteen inches and can penetrate a dozen feet. Of course the vines are almost impossible to kill.
In a small secluded setting in Georgia, the Kudzu waits to eat. The vines attract unsuspecting travelers to the only building still standing in a burned out town, a diner named “Pops”.
Here is an excerpt:
I opened the door on the passenger’s side to see my children held captive by vines that entered through air vents.
“Mommy!” Annie screamed through her tears.
“It’s not your fault! I'm going to get you out!"
I grabbed a knife and furiously started to cut Annie loose. Thick sticky goo squirted from the severed green limbs and splattered over us and the car. The smell of old mold permeated the air.
As soon as I cut through the vines around my daughter’s wrists, new tentacles sprouted. They snaked around her neck and I tore them away, only to see more slither through the front air vents.
I frantically cut the Kudzu which somehow managed a deafening sound as if yelling. Spurts of green blood shot out as if I severed arteries.
I was covered in a sticky mess. My hand desperately wiped the disgusting liquid from my daughter’s face. Her mouth hung open and I was sure she was screaming, but I couldn’t hear as the screeching vines grew louder.
Immediately, more vines grew to take the place those severed.
I yanked and tugged at the vines. I grabbed a handful with my left hand and cut with my right while more Kudzu blood spewed everywhere. The knife easily sliced its way through the smallest stems.
When I completely freed Annie, I suddenly felt the vise-like grip of a green curl grabbing my ankle. It tugged and I quickly tumbled backward onto the ground.
Expect to see more from Margie Custer as she continues to write about art, China and more... muahahahahaha
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Tuesday, July 11, 2006.
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