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I’ve decided to enter NaNoWriMo this year. The following is an exerpt from my novel, El Chupacabra contra los Zombies. Revisions are for sissies.

“For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world.” – Ephesians 6:12

It had been too long since he had felt the touch of another human being. Every drunken stumble into his rock hard physique was something to savour for the year ahead, until the next time he could show himself in public. He had no shame in the mask. No, for as much as he may have dishonoured himself, he had never fallen so far down as to allow the mask itself to be disgraced. It was the man underneath that was tarnished goods. And yet, it was his outright refusal to discard the mask, that which he hadn’t taken off in over a decade, which imprisoned him. For no one knew who was underneath that silver disguise, and to simply rip it off once and for all would allow him to walk the streets without pause and end his lonely exile. There were nights where El Chupacabra found the situation uproarious, and he would laugh well into the night until he collapsed sobbing, his tears collecting at the bottom of this silver prison.

But tonight was Halloween, and The Goat Sucker danced.