I've started an ongoing short story over on my blog at MySpace, and I'm going to post it here as well.
Here is the first entry:
I died in 1093, in England, but I still walk the earth. I am of the Undead, one of the condemned. We are the dead who attain no peace with the closing of our mortality, we are the souls who walk the shadows. Purgatory is not what you have accepted.
Tonight I watch the moon, and the slivers of light that are dancing upon my night.