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    Meet the family

    Editorial note: Due to staff shortage we haven’t been able to proof read articles. As of next week all articles will be proofread again. Of course little errors can slip through the cracks. Thank you for understanding and enjoy the article 🙂 January 26, 1994 The next day I wake up to see that the […]

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    The Horde

    March 7, 1993 This is the first day that I start writing in the seven hundred pages’ empty novel because I feel that the scratch on my finger is taking my emotions to that place I do not want to go back to again. On day that it is raining, I feel hungry for flesh […]

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    The Ballad of the Zombie Pug

    My owner tried to eat me. He weighs four-hundred pounds, you see. At first, I just thought he was hungry, but it turned out he was a zombie. My owner was trapped by his own weight, stuck in his reclining chair. Thank heavens he couldn’t reach me, much to his despair. It took me quite […]

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    September 17, 1992, Part One

    I wake up in a quickie to see mama standing in front of a small crowd of soldiers wearing dark blue swat team uniforms and blue glass shielded helmets shooting at mama with their double clips handles rapid-fire bursts guns. “No!” As I behold my mama hitting the floor, I run to hold her in […]

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    September 16, 1992, Come downstairs

    I am supposed to be in merriment, trying to celebrate my seventh birthday, but it is raining hard all day.  I am gaping out the window on the dark black leather couch in the living room wearing my navy blue cotton hooded jacket with a white long sleeve shirt, normal looking blue jeans, and black […]

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    The white taxi, June 22, 1990

    Quick little note: Yes we know this was supposed to be published on Friday, that didn’t happen. We run this site as a hobby, so sometimes things don’t get prioritized. Thank you for waiting and here is your Fiction Friday story! After four days of riding at sea, maintaining our health and hunger, we finally […]