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Short Stories About Mistakes

Oops and More Books on Sale! Oops! is down to .99 from June 15th to 22nd. When I published my short story collection, (Oops! Tales of the Zombie Turkey Apocalypse!which you can get on sale by clicking here) I wanted to tie the stories together with a theme. My theme is accidents causing problems.

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Accidents happen. Especially around zombie turkeys. Then you add zombie humans, and problems proliferate. Mix in some ill-planned genetic engineering, and things get crazy.

The insanity continues, from the story where zombies are merged with cucumbers to the one where two basement-dwelling nerds gain access to all video content from the past two hundred years—from aliens.

Andy Zach pulls out all the stops on his imagination as he serves up this smorgasbord of silliness. Try it. Laughter is good for your soul

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From June 15th 2025 to June 22nd, The Gospel Medley will be on sale at 66% off!

What’s it about?

Gospel Medley Writer's Block: My Experience
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Are you curious about Jesus Christ? Do you struggle to understand the Bible? The Gospel Medley includes the four Gospels in a single narrative, faithfully pulling the text from the World English Bible. You are now able to read all the gospel as a single, easy-to-read story.

Each Gospel describes Jesus’s life from a different point of view with different details and insights. The Gospel Medley combines every word into a single perspective with all details and events arranged chronologically.

Unlike other harmonies, The Gospel Medley doesn’t put the four gospels in columns or rows. Instead, the text is integrated word by word into a smoothly flowing narrative. Further, each paragraph references the four gospels so you can read the original citations. You also get footnotes of all the quotes from the Old Testament, giving you the context of Jesus’s words.

For a unique perspective of the four gospels, read ‘The Gospel Medley’ today.

Oops and More – Free Short Stories

A queen from long ago

The first mistake is a tragedy–a queen’s husband and son died through drowning.

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The Story of Sound

One queen saw the problem more clearly than anyone else. Her king and prince had both drowned only a short distance from the shore because no one saw them signing for help. The queen sat vigil all night long, and in the morning she sent heralds with large signs in every language to all the humans, elves, dwarves, fairies, leprechauns, and even a dragon. She pled with all to find something that would let creatures communicate without signs or gestures when they couldn’t see each other. She promised she would give whatever was in her power to whoever could accomplish this.

Andy Zach during his doctoral research – on the Phoenix

Where is my mistake in this story? You’ll have to read and find out!

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A Phoenix Tale

I left the air-conditioned comfort of the taxi, and the sights, sounds, and smells of the old bazaar in Jeddah assailed me: a robe-clad man on camel plodded by, an adjacent fishmonger added his smell to the fresh dung in the street, and the hawkers yelled their wares.

I could only speak Arabic at a middle school level, but as I strolled through the bazaar, I heard “Fresh dates!”…”Highest quality rugs!”…”Finest gold jewelry!”… “Ancient books! The rarest in Saudi Arabia!”

My head snapped around. A bald, stumpy man in a white caftan saw me look and said, “Books? You want ancient books?”

“Yes.” I spoke carefully, knowing my poor accent. “Can you speak English?” I didn’t have much hope.

“Of course, my friend. Come into my shop.”

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Oops and More – Short Stories from the book

Wheels in Time

This story begins with a girl in a wheelchair being transported by accident to–find out below!

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The scene was chaos! I knew immediately I was in a different country, judging by the languages I couldn’t understand. I had also determined this was no modern city—I seemed to be on the outskirts of town amid a swarming crowd. Men were shouting and women were crying; meanwhile, I was still trying to figure out how I had gotten there and where exactly I was. Several seconds later, however, that question was answered.

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Brice Butterworth, genetic engineer In a Pickle

Genetic engineering seems to be the last place to make mistakes. But that’s what Brice Butterworth does.

Now, what was he going to do? Brice Butterworth’s boss just told him to double the productivity of Vegan Inc.’s pickle strain they used for their Kilwowski Pickle brand. That was completely impossible.

But keeping his job required it. Brice was the low man on the genetic engineering totem pole at Vegan Inc., the last one hired and the first one to be fired if another recession hit.

He couldn’t think. He couldn’t face this. So he cruised the internet. “The origin of zombie turkeys? I didn’t know they’d found that. Hmm, a Midley Beacon exclusive, the foremost zombie news source,” he read out loud.

Read more here: In a Pickle

Brice Butterworth is back! – The Butterfly Effect

Brice is one of my favorite characters. I’m eager to write a book just about him.

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“Whatcha doing, Brice?” asked my boss Wilma O’Reilly after sneaking up behind me.

I jumped. As usual, I was cruising the internet, bored with my job. How awkward.

We worked at Vegan Inc., an agricultural conglomerate. I was their lead geneticist in charge of enhancing the qualities of the corporation’s vegetable products through genetic modification.

Read more here: The Butterfly Effect

Zombie Shift Anthony Jones, warehouse worker and his wife Raven

In this Oops! Short Story we start with a car accident.

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He woke up staring out his windshield at the green grass of the highway median. Dully, Anthony listened to the sound of his car’s engine cooling, ticking like a clock. He didn’t know why he was here or how he got here.

“Hey, are you okay in there?” came a voice from outside the car.

Turning his head toward the sound, he realized he was upside down, supported by his seat belt and his legs, which were strangely numb.

“Uh,” he croaked.

* * *

“We’re going to cast your leg,” said the nurse in the ambulance. Her name tag read Louise Tall, but she didn’t seem tall. “What’s your name?”

“Uh, Anthony. Anthony Jones.”

“Do you know your height and weight, Anthony?”

“Five-eleven. Two ten. I need to lose some weight. Ow!”

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Oops and More – Short Stories by Andy Zach, Revivificationist

Assisted Living

I’m not immune from mistakes. This is how one mistake make my parents into zombies.

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I need to tell you about my own zombie story. It’s about how my parents became zombies.

As soon as the zombie turkeys appeared in Illinois, I started cultures of their zombie turkey bacteria in petri dishes. When other animals, squirrels, rabbits, and cows began turning zombie, I added cultures of their bacteria. I sought the ultimate source of animal revivification. It was my PhD thesis and my life’s work.

I’ve always wanted to revive animals from the dead. It seemed the secret was through the special bacteria for each species. Naturally, when humans became zombies, I cultivated their bacteria too.

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Here’s a Deadly Mistake – A Dying Business

You can’t get more deadly than a funeral home.

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He was dead. At least, his business was. And without his business, his wife would leave him and take their new baby. Then he might as well be dead.

His dad had run the Elysium Fields Mortuary for thirty years and had made a killing at it. The first and only mortuary in their small town of Hillvale, everyone got buried there. He charged normal prices, he was friendly, and he helped their community. His dad said to him when he was a teen, “Irving, after you get your college degree, go to mortuary school, and when you come out, I’ll hire you and then turn the business over to you. You’ll be set for life.”

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Meet Heather Mallorn, zombie corgi breederHer Majesty’s Corgis

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What kind of accidents can happen with zombie corgis?

Breeding zombie corgis wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

Heather Mallorn sighed as she reviewed accounts for Her Majesty’s Corgis in Hanna City, Illinois. Certainly, she made plenty on each zombie corgi she sold. Normally, corgi puppies went for $1,200. She earned double that for zombies. The zombie corgies were invincible guard dogs, and cute too, with bright-red eyes. They were no harder to train than regular corgis, just slightly more aggressive. Well, a lot more aggressive.


Get the rest here: Her Majesty’s Corgis

Oops! Short Stories – A Hamster’s Tale

What trouble can a pet hamster cause? Find out below!

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How fascinating! Dancer thought. This book says there are libraries where hundreds of books live. It also says the fiction books are in order by author name.

Dancer scurried off Your Sixth Year Reader to look at Jeremy Gentle’s bookshelf again. Jeremy was Dancer’s owner and unknowing educator. Ever since he’d taught himself to read by studying the newspapers lining the bottom of his cage, Dancer had craved reading.

He hadn’t figured out why he’d started reading. One day he’d noticed patterns in the markings. He saw they repeated themselves in clumps. Then the clumps formed more patterns. He also listened to his owners differently. They also spoke in patterns. “Jeremy” was always called “Jeremy” or “Jeremy Gentle” by his mother, and sometimes by his father.

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Caribbean Cruise – can a tropical cruise have mistakes?

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“Arrrgh! Me hearties, eat hearty!” said a short, stocky pirate with an eye patch and a captain’s hat seemingly copied from Cap’n Crunch. The pirate gestured, with a hook instead of a right hand, toward an enormous banquet table laden with food. The one visible eye gleamed red.

“Arrrgh! Where’s the skilly and duff?” said a refrigerator-sized bald pirate with an enormous mustache. His eyes also shone crimson.

“Arrrgh! That be the tacos and enchiladas,” said a small, beautiful pirate with dark hair bound by a red bandanna and smiling blood-red eyes. She pointed with her cutlass toward the Mexican section of the smorgasbord.

“Arrrgh! You be a Mexican pirate?” said a blond pirate with broad shoulders and a Cockney accent. She wore her hair in a long queue emerging from a bloody headband around her forehead. She also had glowing ruby eyes.


Basement-Dwelling Gamers Accidentally Discover–? We’ve Got It!

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“Okay, that’s it, Tom,” my dad said.

“What’s it?” I asked.

“You’ve got until next week to move out.”

“Um, where will I live?”

“That’s your problem, isn’t it? Try the local apartments. Look for rooms to rent on the internet. It’s not that hard to find a place in Ohio.”

I could tell by his grim expression he was serious this time. He’d been nagging me for nearly a year to move out and “set up housekeeping” ever since I’d graduated from the state university with my BA in video game art and my minor in computer science. I’d managed to wheedle him out of it and delay the date. Until now.

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“What’s an ARC Copy?” you may ask.

“Advanced Readers’ Copy” is ARC. It’s the copy I give to my editor. I’m eager for reader feedback. I’ll give you one if you promise to give me a revew when I publish it in July 2025!

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Did you miss my sneak preview earlier this month? (Click here to see it.)

In this post I’ll give you a taste of my second chapter, entitled, “Pinky”. Enjoy!

ARC Copy Chapter 2 Preview! Pinky

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Sunday, October 4

I hugged my dragon Pinkie as we went outside to play. I had him since I was a baby. My mom got him for me.  My older brother Lamar went with me. My mom, Shannon, told Lamar that morning, “Lamar if Shayla wants to go outside, you go with her. Don’t let her out of your sight. If you see trouble, both of you get out of there.” I knew trouble sometimes happened in our neighborhood.

Turning to me she said, “Shayla, don’t go running off without your brother. You listen to him and do what he says. I’ll be back at five.” Then she left for her job at Wal-store.

Lamar and I walked in on a fine fall day. I watched the robins hop along the ragged grass in an empty lot. We went to a neighborhood park a few blocks away from our apartment. Lamar pushed me on the swings, and then on the merry-go-round. Then he said, “Shayla, I’m going to play basketball with my friends over there. You stay here till I come back.”

Secret Sneak Preview! Pinky – part 2

I watched him walk to the court next to the park. “Pinkie, what do you think of that? We gotta play by ourselves. What d’ya wanna do? You want me to push you on the merry-go-round? Okay, I’ll try.”

It wasn’t as hard as it looked. I got it up to speed and then hopped on, next to Pinkie. “I’m almost a big girl now. I can push the merry-go-round all by myself. And I started kindergarten this fall.”

I spun the merry-go-round again and again till I got tired. “You getting hungry Pinkie? I am. What do you eat? Bugs? Huh. Whatever. Let me get you some.”

I knelt on the grass next to the merry-go-round’s sand pit.  I loved the smell of the grass.   I poked around the dirt and found some ants and pill bugs. I put one of each in my hand and gave it to Pinkie.

“Num, num! Tastes good, don’t it? D’ya want more? Okay.” I hopped off the merry-go-round and got more. Then I heard something like fireworks coming from the basketball court. “What’s that Pinkie?” Picking up my dragon I ran to the court to check on Lamar.

Secret Sneak Preview! Pinky – part 3

 Some big guys had guns. They were chasing the boys off with lots of yelling. “No little kids here! This court is for men, for our gang!” Lamar ran out.

More young guys came up. “Hey, what d’ya think you’re doing? This is our turf. Get out of here.” They had guns too.

Someone shot a gun. Then a whole firecracker string of shots rang out. Some guys dropped on both sides. The first group ran into the park, then hid behind the playground equipment and started firing again.

A bullet zipped over my head. “Get down, Pinkie!” I fell on top of him, protecting him. I peeked and saw Lamar running full speed toward me. Then he fell.

“Lamar!” I cried. I crawled to him. His blood oozed from his back, warm and sticky. He moaned. I cried.

The blood spread over Lamar’s shirt, like spilled tomato juice. He stopped moaning. I made my own wet spot crying over him. The bullets still zipped above us.  I could taste my salty tears. Pinky squeezed between us.

 “Oh, Pinkie I wish you’d gobble up those guys with guns like you did those bugs!” I cried with all my heart to my magic dragon.

Secret Sneak Preview! Pinky – part 4

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Pinkie shook in my hand. He felt like my mom’s cell phone when it buzzed. Then he grew out of my hand. My pink dragon grew to be dog-sized, then horse-sized, then elephant-sized, then bigger. The shooters turned to my giant stuffed dragon, flapping his pink wings in midair. Both gangs shot at him.

Like a cat jumping on a mouse, Pinkie gobbled up a shooter, then the one next to him. Six more gang bangers disappeared into his huge pink mouth before both gangs turned and ran.

“Yay, Pinkie! You chased away those bad guys!” Then I saw Lamar again, quietly bleeding on the ground.

“Oh, Lamar get up! You’ve got to take me home!” I lay on his still body, crying into his wet shirt.

*

I cried myself to sleep. When I woke, Lamar was cold. The shadows were lengthening. Mom would be home soon.

“Lamar!” I began sobbing again. A shadow covered me. Pinkie swooped down. The grass flattened under his big pink feet.

Pinky – part 5

What’s wrong, Shayla?

“Pinkie, Lamar won’t get up. I-I-I think he’s dead!”

You’ve got to wake him up, like you did with me.

“Good idea, Pinkie.” I didn’t think then that Pinkie talked way clearer than he used to.  I began shaking Lamar with all my might. “Lamar, get up! You’ve got to wake up, just like Pinkie.  Get better right now!”

 “O-o-h,” he groaned. He rolled over and looked at me. “What happened, Shayla? Why is my back all wet?”

“There was a fight between two gangs and y-y-you were shot. You’re bleeding.”

He took off his T-shirt. “Yuck! It’s all bloody.” Something fell to the ground. “What’s this?” He picked it up. “It was in my shirt. It’s a bullet! Why do I feel better? I remember getting shot, now.”

 “Lamar, I wished you’d get better so we could go home.” I peered at his back. “You’re all bloody, but there’s no hole in it.”

“And the bullet’s out,” He showed me the bullet. It was bloody and smushed on one side.

Pinkie landed next to us and burped.

“What’s that???”  Lamar stared at the huge dragon, his eyes bugging out.

“Pinkie, of course. I wished he’d eat up those bad guys with guns and he did.”

“Let’s go home. Pinkie will have to stay outside. He’s too big to fit in our apartment. He’s too big to fit on the basketball court!”

Lamar was right. Pinkie’s butt and tail filled the basketball court and he stretched across the grass to us.

“Nah. Pinkie, go back to your regular size.”

No problem. Pinkie answered me. He shrunk down and I picked him up.

“Let’s go.”

Lamar closed his mouth and followed me home. I knew the way. I just wanted Lamar for protection

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Secret Sneak Preview! Chapter 2 – Pinky

Pinky the Dragon

Secret Sneak Preview! Chapter 2 – Pinky

How is this different from my other sneak preview this week? (Click here to see it.) This chapter of “Magic Arrives” is only advertised on this blog and through my newsletter, NOT on social media.

So only you guys and gals know about it!

“Magic Arrives” is my newest novel and my first humorous fantasy. I’m releasing it on patreon.com. Click to go there.

But for my faithful blog readers and newsletter subscribers (click here to subscribe) I’m giving you a taste. This is my second chapter, entitled, “Pinky”. Enjoy!

My cover isn’t ready yet, but here is one of my cover concepts. It’s the famous “blue marble” view of the Earth from Apollo 8.

Secret Sneak Preview! Pinky

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Sunday, October 4

I hugged my dragon Pinkie as we went outside to play. I had him since I was a baby. My mom got him for me.  My older brother Lamar went with me. My mom, Shannon, told Lamar that morning, “Lamar if Shayla wants to go outside, you go with her. Don’t let her out of your sight. If you see trouble, both of you get out of there.” I knew trouble sometimes happened in our neighborhood.

Turning to me she said, “Shayla, don’t go running off without your brother. You listen to him and do what he says. I’ll be back at five.” Then she left for her job at Wal-store.

Lamar and I walked in on a fine fall day. I watched the robins hop along the ragged grass in an empty lot. We went to a neighborhood park a few blocks away from our apartment. Lamar pushed me on the swings, and then on the merry-go-round. Then he said, “Shayla, I’m going to play basketball with my friends over there. You stay here till I come back.”

Secret Sneak Preview! Pinky – part 2

I watched him walk to the court next to the park. “Pinkie, what do you think of that? We gotta play by ourselves. What d’ya wanna do? You want me to push you on the merry-go-round? Okay, I’ll try.”

It wasn’t as hard as it looked. I got it up to speed and then hopped on, next to Pinkie. “I’m almost a big girl now. I can push the merry-go-round all by myself. And I started kindergarten this fall.”

I spun the merry-go-round again and again till I got tired. “You getting hungry Pinkie? I am. What do you eat? Bugs? Huh. Whatever. Let me get you some.”

I knelt on the grass next to the merry-go-round’s sand pit.  I loved the smell of the grass.   I poked around the dirt and found some ants and pill bugs. I put one of each in my hand and gave it to Pinkie.

“Num, num! Tastes good, don’t it? D’ya want more? Okay.” I hopped off the merry-go-round and got more. Then I heard something like fireworks coming from the basketball court. “What’s that Pinkie?” Picking up my dragon I ran to the court to check on Lamar.

Secret Sneak Preview! Pinky – part 3

 Some big guys had guns. They were chasing the boys off with lots of yelling. “No little kids here! This court is for men, for our gang!” Lamar ran out.

More young guys came up. “Hey, what d’ya think you’re doing? This is our turf. Get out of here.” They had guns too.

Someone shot a gun. Then a whole firecracker string of shots rang out. Some guys dropped on both sides. The first group ran into the park, then hid behind the playground equipment and started firing again.

A bullet zipped over my head. “Get down, Pinkie!” I fell on top of him, protecting him. I peeked and saw Lamar running full speed toward me. Then he fell.

“Lamar!” I cried. I crawled to him. His blood oozed from his back, warm and sticky. He moaned. I cried.

The blood spread over Lamar’s shirt, like spilled tomato juice. He stopped moaning. I made my own wet spot crying over him. The bullets still zipped above us.  I could taste my salty tears. Pinky squeezed between us.

 “Oh, Pinkie I wish you’d gobble up those guys with guns like you did those bugs!” I cried with all my heart to my magic dragon.

Secret Sneak Preview! Pinky – part 4

Pinkie shook in my hand. He felt like my mom’s cell phone when it buzzed. Then he grew out of my hand. My pink dragon grew to be dog-sized, then horse-sized, then elephant-sized, then bigger. The shooters turned to my giant stuffed dragon, flapping his pink wings in midair. Both gangs shot at him.

Like a cat jumping on a mouse, Pinkie gobbled up a shooter, then the one next to him. Six more gang bangers disappeared into his huge pink mouth before both gangs turned and ran.

“Yay, Pinkie! You chased away those bad guys!” Then I saw Lamar again, quietly bleeding on the ground.

“Oh, Lamar get up! You’ve got to take me home!” I lay on his still body, crying into his wet shirt.

*

I cried myself to sleep. When I woke, Lamar was cold. The shadows were lengthening. Mom would be home soon.

“Lamar!” I began sobbing again. A shadow covered me. Pinkie swooped down. The grass flattened under his big pink feet.

Pinky – part 5

What’s wrong, Shayla?

“Pinkie, Lamar won’t get up. I-I-I think he’s dead!”

You’ve got to wake him up, like you did with me.

“Good idea, Pinkie.” I didn’t think then that Pinkie talked way clearer than he used to.  I began shaking Lamar with all my might. “Lamar, get up! You’ve got to wake up, just like Pinkie.  Get better right now!”

 “O-o-h,” he groaned. He rolled over and looked at me. “What happened, Shayla? Why is my back all wet?”

“There was a fight between two gangs and y-y-you were shot. You’re bleeding.”

He took off his T-shirt. “Yuck! It’s all bloody.” Something fell to the ground. “What’s this?” He picked it up. “It was in my shirt. It’s a bullet! Why do I feel better? I remember getting shot, now.”

 “Lamar, I wished you’d get better so we could go home.” I peered at his back. “You’re all bloody, but there’s no hole in it.”

“And the bullet’s out,” He showed me the bullet. It was bloody and smushed on one side.

Pinkie landed next to us and burped.

“What’s that???”  Lamar stared at the huge dragon, his eyes bugging out.

“Pinkie, of course. I wished he’d eat up those bad guys with guns and he did.”

“Let’s go home. Pinkie will have to stay outside. He’s too big to fit in our apartment. He’s too big to fit on the basketball court!”

Lamar was right. Pinkie’s butt and tail filled the basketball court and he stretched across the grass to us.

“Nah. Pinkie, go back to your regular size.”

No problem. Pinkie answered me. He shrunk down and I picked him up.

“Let’s go.”

Lamar closed his mouth and followed me home. I knew the way. I just wanted Lamar for protection

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