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    September 18, 1992, Lunchtime

    The next morning, I awaken with no one in the room but me. I get up with a long stretch of my arms yawning from my mouth. I put my white socks and my sneakers back on my feet. I walk out of the room to the go to the lunchroom. Waiting at the front […] More

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    Random Undead Poetry Time

    These are some random zombie poems I’ve written. Zombie Haiku Dead flesh rots away, Undead brain continues on. No hope for us now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Flesh Eaters Rip, tear, scrap, scratch Bite, chew, growl, snap Blood, sweat, guts, brains Guns, knives, bats, chains Run, hide, kill, fight Morning, noon, evening, night Scavenge, hunt, food, supplies Raiders, […] More

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    From Hell They Came: Part Three

    Alisha walked back towards the city with Dan and Rick, keeping herself a few steps behind the men as she walked. With each step Alisha took back into the city she had just fought her way out of, she questioned whether or not she was being complete idiotic following these men. Everything she had experienced […] More

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    September 17, 1992, Part Two

    I awaken with a cold chill through my body in an abandon structure; lying on the cold, hard paved floor in arching pain. I sit there for a few moments then finally decide to get up from the floor to explore the structure. As I explore, I behold stacks and stacks of different sizes of […] More

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    Reconstructed, by Richard T. Schrader

    Gerard Fourie was lean in his old age but still fit as a man prone to wandering in the trekgees tradition of his South African Boer ancestry. He had walked alone many miles that night along the railroad tracks, but it wasn’t an aimless journey because there was a destination clear in his mind and […] More

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    The Beauty of Zombies

    Venus Justus was an ugly duckling throughout grade school, but she didn’t turn into a swan. No, she grew up to become something much more valuable: a duck that didn’t give a shit. Ironically, Venus’ parents named her after the goddess of beauty, but with her beak nose, weak chin, and mousy hair, Venus was anything but […] More

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    Summer trouble, June 18, 1990

    I am four years old chunky, with a short natural curly hair cut, my ears are curve from the center of my earlobes. I wear a red long sleeve shirt, blue jeans always smiling.  My mama is wearing a long navy blue dress with tan high heel sandals, with braided tan straps gift wrap high […] More

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    As time goes by

    November 10, 1992 Today is another boring day of the same regimen but the only difference is that we are going to have a surprise for Chow since today is his seventh birthday. After dinner McCall serves us a white creamy frosting three layers’ cake with slices of bananas on top of the cake. He […] More