Pat was positive his wife was insane when she jumped out of bed at 2 am screaming about a snake. Telling her to shut up, he climbed into bed just as the snake sunk its venomous teeth into his neck.
Category: Competition
Competition
zombie hangover part 5
The five-day Monopoly marathon was over, there was still nothing to do, undead or otherwise, so I tried to get drunk; obliterated, actually. But when your blood no longer pumps and your stomach and liver and brain can no longer be flooded with vodka, you are doomed to an eternity of crushing sobriety, and that, in the end, is the worst part of being a living dead.
Did You Take Your Shoes Off???
His extreme, almost psychotic, OCD had finally broken her. Without saying one word, without so much as grabbing her wallet, she walked out of the house and left her husband forever.
Zombie hangover part 4
Unsure of what to do after the fever passed and we no longer hungered for human flesh and brains and blood, we broke out the Monopoly board. With no use for sleep, with no need to piss or shit, and with no desire for food of any kind, we played and played and played; three days later, I had hotels on the orange properties.
Domesticity
Her trembling hand swiftly grabbed the closest weapon as her red-clouded mind processed that he, again, had left the trash out. Her fingers, bloodied from their maniacal grip on the obsessively sharpened shears, opened to pick up the spatula instead-she still needed her iTunes fixed.
zombie hangover part 3
I lumbered back to my home and wondered as I walked, is this the way I move now? When I walked through the open door, there stood my family, equally perplexed by their new lifeless bodies, with the word “undead” hanging on their lips.
zombie hangover part 2
My face within inches of the broken mirror, I stroked my dead, gray skin and was grateful that, for however long I’d wander the earth in this post-life state, I wouldn’t have to shave. And my hair — my hair was intact.
so meta, man
The writer wrote a two-sentence story not worth writing. You read the writer’s writing and wondered why he’d written the thing that we wrote.
zombie hangover
I refused to believe what I had become, or what I had done, until I found the cracked mirror on the sidewalk among the silenced wreckage once known as Derwood, Maryland. There I was, growling involuntarily, staring back at a gray-skinned fiend with milky green eyes, blood crusted around my cracked lips, and more of the red stuff soaking my formerly pristine white T-shirt.
Route 198
Camile thought nothing of the four figures walking together at the side of the road, other than perhaps it wasn’t the safest idea in the middle of the night with only headlights to illuminate the road. It was only when she glanced to the left that she saw the graveyard that stretched into the darkness, and when she looked again for the figures they were gone.
Nora stared at the grotesque statue embedded in the rough-hewn facade of the seaside fortress, transfixed by its hideous mouth frozen in a silent scream. As if offended by the tourist’s disgusted gaze, the stony monster who had once been still suddenly jutted out from the weather-beaten wall and with its blackened teeth took a bite of Nora’s face.
Where Are We Going Anyway?
“How much further?” the cab driver asked as he passed a sign indicating they were 100 miles outside of town. His passengers only response was to press the revolver harder against the cabbies skull.
Family Party Ruined
Kenny Darter thought he was having fun by tossing broken bits of peanuts at his friends as they sat around the table. His friends decided their only option for revenge was to take the newly expectant fathers face off and wear it.
Bean bag in the eye socket
Kenny had playfully tossed a bean bag at Mardibug, hitting her in the upper back. Mardibug knew she had no choice, really, but to retaliate with a fastball that replaced Kenny’s left eye with a blood-soaked bean bag.
My End has Come
When I look at the sun as it settles under the horizon, I feel the end has come and peace I shall find until the hour the sun rises. Just then I’ll be thrilled at the thought of the fresh unexplored time in front of these sleepy eyes of mine.
Think about it
I was so angry with what he was doing after all i had told him, all he knew. Then suddenly I realized i had done the exact same to him, and I was actually angry with myself.
The importance of being moisturized
Leaving the house without applying lotion was, in the end, a terrible oversight. Because when she got to work, her face had peeled off from chin to forehead, just as she always said it would if she forgot to use her Mary Kay.
The Grisly Terror
The coroner felt suddenly uneasy as she opened the door to leave the room full of freshly dead corpses awaiting autopsy. Turning around slowly, her heart stood still at the sight of all ten cadavers sitting upright on their tables, black body bags still zipped over their mangled, reanimated remains.
OCD Torture
When he left the office, his desk was clean, free of clutter, almost pristine. Three days later his coworkers had managed to pile it high with files, random junk and their own personal belongings.
(strange) bedfellow
The bed sunk on his side when he threw back the sheets and stumbled toward the bathroom. Time passed, some indeterminable number of minutes in the thick fog of her unencumbered sleep, and the bed sunk again when he got back in bed, breathing hard, smelling sour, and feeling different when her hand brushed the stranger’s.