Oct 31st, 7pm I met up with Zara outside The Slug and Lettuce. Purple hair this year, but still that effortless rank look, wild and matted. Nice ragged slash along her throat, exposing the carotid and lots of gore splattered around… Continue Reading
I look down at the bite on my arm. I haven’t got long. They said on the news it can take a couple of hours or more, but no one knows for sure. I don’t think anyone knows anything for… Continue Reading
Jennifer was hungry. So, so hungry. She gazed out the 13th story window of the office tower in which she was trapped. The police cars that blocked each cross street sent beacons of blue and red spinning into the urban,… Continue Reading
Shadows danced in the light of smoldering fires. A sooty girl stood up from behind a heap of cinderblocks and tiptoed to a patch of dandelions growing amid the rubble. She skimmed the palm of one hand across the flowers;… Continue Reading
Scipio’s siege on our city will end today. We are all in agreement, even as Roman ballista balls and crossbow bolts continue to smash the last of the thatched roofs of our houses, to pound Numantia into dust. No more… Continue Reading
1) Forest Lawn Memorial Park, Hollywood Hills Breaking out of your grave will be the hardest part. Remember not to panic; you’re already dead. Once you punch and kick and claw your way to the surface, enjoy the serenity of… Continue Reading
Gertrude froze, the morning dew soaking through her thin-soled slippers. Half-eaten pink petals littered her lawn. A full swath of her prize tulips had been chewed down to nubby stalks — the rest looked intact, for now. She could only… Continue Reading
Morgan woke to the weary shoosh of airbrakes. The bus jittered as its engine died. Cold glass pressed hard and slick to Morgan’s cheek. Blackness lay beyond the window. Someone shifted in the seat beside him. A man pushed in… Continue Reading
I finish tightening the final clamp securing Sara to the rack, and step back. The light summer sundress clings lovingly to her figure just like I remembered, but all the holes and dirt smears take away from her attractiveness rather… Continue Reading
Jimmy Fourfingers looked across the square, his professional eye appraising the mid-day office crowd. He shook his head. High-rise, latte-sipping zombies. Downtown the scores tended to be high, but there were also lot of eggs. For every Mr. Mark there… Continue Reading