Archives

Things Fall Apart Sammi Milva barely contained the shudder which threatened to roll up her spine.  Once had been bad, twice had been worse.  But this would have been the third shudder in the five minutes after she awoke, and she thought that that might drive her mad.  Assuming, that was, that she wasn’t mad…

Corbin had been a physician for five years when his Vanessa hung herself in the garage. It was a Thursday, and his wife had left the car out on the street rather than pulling in to her normal spot. It’s strange, what you remember about these things. Fuck the car and fuck you, Ness, he…

As Melody lay in the field enjoying the sun’s warmth, she thought she might be happy for the first time in months. Winter had been hard and dismal, but she’d survived. She was blissfully enjoying the moment; not thinking of the dead or the past or the hardship; just enjoying the sun and the chirping…

  “I hope y’all get parvo,” Rambo said, completely defeating the purpose of the contraction by making y’all two syllables. Why couldn’t Pa understand. He luv’d Jewely. Yesterday when he’d whistled and yelled “Hey hottie,” she’d actually crossed to his side of the road. That’s when he knew she was the one for him. Her…

  We were having coffee on the porch when the first beat up truck arrived across the street.  The screens in the sun room windows blur the view to the interior while allowing us to peek out uninhibited.  We can be the nibby neighbors without the telltale lift of blinds or pulled curtain. The truck…

This wasn’t normal.  The shamblers were normally easy to predict.  They were easy to avoid if you were careful and they weren’t in huge numbers. That was their real danger.  Just the mass of bodies crushing towards you with no way to escape.  But small numbers, if one was quiet and careful, they could avoid…

  Almost gave a lift to a hitchhiking zombie. I am toolin’ on down the Yellowhead Highway, heading south towards Cache Creek, dodging potholes and jumpin’ an’ bumpin’ over the cracks an’ fissures in the pavement. John Denver croons “Some Days Are Diamond” on the CD player. Pull into the Creek around noon. Coming up…

The girl with the spiral scar pressed the point of a modified steak knife under the chin of a plump teenage boy. “Say ‘Zombie Apocalypse’ again, you little turd, and I’ll slice your balls off and make them into earrings.” The boy opened his mouth a quarter inch and whispered, “My dad says—” but shut…

  “Daddy, I’m hungry.” The President of the United States of America patted his young daughter on the head. “I know, sweetheart. We’ll get you something to eat once we’re up in the air. Now buckle up.” A man in a black suit sitting across from the President leaned forward. “Sir, I can have one…