By: Cynthia Bermudez | March 16, 2020

Resurrection Man was first published in the And So On... anthology in 2016. I wrote the story way before then. I had read an "odd news" article about some men in the UK who were caught stealing a corpse. The article went into the history of grave robbing. It was a huge problem before the 1900s. The bodies were primarily used by medical students. I did some research and learned that bone and tissue could be of value. Below is an excerpt of the story. I republished this story in my own collection.

Resurrection Man

My old attending used to quote Euripides whenever a patient had died. She’d shake her head and say with a wistful sigh, “Death is a debt we all must pay.” As if she had grown tired of proving the lesson of its inevitability to her unseasoned, doe-eyed interns. But I’d been far more acquainted. I liked to think of myself as a kind of Robin Hood. My ex, Gertie, hated when I’d call myself that, me and my crew like Robin and his band of thieves. Except, I didn’t steal from the rich to help the poor. I stole from the dead to help the living. I got a little help, too. Ain’t nothing wrong with that. 

I waited for Li in the alleyway outside the city morgue. I leaned up against a brick wall by the back door smoking my last cigarette. White smoke billowed out of me. The lone streetlamp cast a long shadow on the road. My silhouette mimicked the way I slouched, accentuating the poor posture Gertie tried so desperately to fix. 

Glass shattered from inside the morgue, and the door flung open. The metal gurney Li was pushing got stuck midway through the entrance. Its wheel stuck behind the door jamb tugging the white sheet covering the corpse. The sheet slipped and fell slightly to one side revealing the corpse’s dark hair, the same color of my own. Hell, not even the hair would be left once the cutters got their hands on the body. 

About a hundred thousand people waited every year for an organ or bone and tissue. Only a tenth of that need was met. On average, a cadaver would fetch a price of a hundred grand. Most of the time we’d get our bodies from the funeral home that old Doc ran, from those who didn’t care to pay for a proper burial for their loved one. Those were the quick jobs. We then sent the bodies to our cutters to harvest the bones and tissue. After, everyone would get their cut of the money. On a good night like tonight, we’d score a John Doe from the city morgue, some homeless person with no one to claim them. Doc, Li, and myself, we were the snatching crew—resurrection men. 

By: Cynthia Bermudez | March 12, 2020

I have a sweet tooth. Cutting back on sugar wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. My daily goal is to consume less than 60 grams of carbs and minimal to no sugar. I tried the Hello Fresh meals, so I missed the mark a few days last week. I noticed I feel better and less hungry if I consume 30 to 60 grams of carbs in a day and drink plenty of water. 

I love dessert, so this was the biggest sacrifice. When I do eat dessert, it's sugar free. I try for minimal carbs, too. So for pi day, I'm making a low carb, sugar free chocolate pudding pie. I bought an almond pie crust for about three dollars at Walmart and sugar free chocolate pudding pie filling. Quick and easy. :D

Possible plans for Pi Day.

Eat pie and watch movies and or/TV about pie. :D 

Have you ever watched Pushing Daisies?  

It's a dark comedy about a pie maker, another good show cancelled too early. 

By: Cynthia Bermudez | March 09, 2020

I recently received a free promotional box from Hello Fresh, three meals for 2, their minimum: 1) prosciutto wrapped chicken and broccoli, mashed potatoes, and mushroom gravy,  2) poblano chili pepper and black bean enchiladas, and 3) Mediterranean baked veggies with couscous and feta cheese.

For the first meal, I forgot to wrap the chicken in the prosciutto before searing. I also forgot to season it. :D The mashed potatoes came out good. The final product was still delicious. The mushroom sauce over the chicken was enough flavor. I topped the chicken with prosciutto instead. The second meal was quick and easy. The beans and green enchilada sauce were canned, so I just had to open the cans and heat up the mixture. I stuffed the tortillas and baked for a minutes. I added a second kind of cheese and black olives. It was good. The third meal was my favorite. I think the key was the broth for the couscous. I love asparagus. The almonds and feta were a nice touch. 


The meals came individually bagged with most of the ingredients, which made preparation easier.

The meals arrive at your door so no trips to the grocery store.


You still have to chop, prepare, and cook the food.

You still have to provide your own salt, pepper, and oil.


It's a good option if you can afford it. 

By: Cynthia Bermudez | March 05, 2020

I wrote a feature-length screenplay in late 2007 or 2008. It wasn't good. I wrote a few shorts, too. The storytelling is the same: beginning, inciting incident, conflict that rises, peaks, and resolves in some fashion. And of course, the formatting is different.

My favorite part of storytelling is world and character building. The standing advice of showing and telling is relevant to both formats.

I'd like to get back into a writing screenplays. I wrote a few more shorts last year. I've joined a screenwriting critique group and fiction critique group, too.

Currently I'm reading a few books. I also have my work-in-progress, and I'm practicing drawing with a focus on comics. I'm still a newbie and have a lot to learn. I'm being careful not to overload myself, focusing on one task at a time and choosing soft deadlines for my personal projects.

Every once in a while I'll open up an old project and read through it. Attached is the second draft of a short screenplay screenplay I wrote back in 2016. The guy I was working with was unable to complete the project, but I'm appreciative of the experience.

Logline: A young man's last night on Earth before he uploads to the Afterlife.

Afterlife (science fiction, 22-pages, about 20 minutes)

By: Cynthia Bermudez | March 02, 2020

A poem by Cyn Bermudez

photo from

I dream of golden pavement

where walls touch the sky
and houses are crowded together
with shimmering flecks of stone. 


Tear drops of a frogs kiss 
the lovers’ cheeks 

In the City of Dreams, I live
by starlight

And another old poem I revised.