I don’t know what happened, okay? All I ever did was feed him the ultra protein diet they
had a Pet Smart. My poor little Swimmy the Third, my pride and joy.
“No, I am not doing this,” they said. “If you want to rob a jewelry store owned by the President of City Bank, knock yourselves out.”
“It’s not the President, it’s the manager, you fool.”
Fred was the juice. He was born in the juice, raised in the juice, knew nothing but the juice. You is the garlic.
53 botanists, cultivating a tree: G-R-O-W-I-N-G.
It was 55, but then there was a big famine and Dennis had to eat Johnny, and the other botanists kicked Dennis out of the exclusive Botanists’ Society.
Detective Evan Sampson woke up to a knocking at his door. His sheets were on the floor, unusual but nothing too shocking. What was shocking was that his window next to his bed was open, the same window he always closed.
The winds howls outside, branches from a nearby tree battering the window. I peer at you from the top of my mug of hot chocolate.
"When do you think it'll end?"
"It will."
They don’t talk to me anymore. Anyone. Everyone. The voices that I heard daily, voices that I knew so well, all gone. It’s…unsettling. I expected my new form to be more useful to those I serve, and yet it has only brought me grief.
My shifting aura, invisible to most, glides past the makeshift shelters. A small band of children runs about, ducking through the spray-painted walls as they play some kind of game.
Jimmy Lane woke up, and it was tuesday. He saw the sleeping shape of his wife beside him and smiled, allowing himself a moment to enjoy the feeling of morning before he got out of bed.
A blank white void, growing and swelling until it filled the entire world, heedless of the endless concentration thrown and dashed upon its blank surface. Victor rubbed his eyes, slapping the table and leaning back, tearing his eyes away from his computer screen and letting out a sigh.
Oh god why did I eat that pie
To find a reddish bloody eye
Which in that cherry pie did lie
I was told that it was from that guy
My grandma said that he was high
To an outsider, it would have seemed like a quaint and quiet town. It would have seemed empty, with the streets barren and deserted, but that was true. But to anyone who had lived there their whole life, they knew there was a reason for that.
London had been without zombies since Christmas. Not that it was as great a victory as the Party would like to have you think. A lot of people died in the process, and it just about took every last drop out of Britain just to keep us going for a little bit longer. Still, less zombies meant happy days for everyone, so it was all about the tradeoff.
ᚺᛖᛇ ᛚᚢᚲᚲᚨ, ᛁ ᚲᚾᛟᚹ ᛁ ᚲᚺᚨᛚᛚᛖᚾᚷᛖᛞ ᛇᛟᚢ ᛏᛟ ᚨ ᚹᚨᚱ
ᛒᚢᛏ ᛁ’ᚹᛖ ᚾᛖᚹᛖᚱ ᛏᚱᛁᛖᛞ ᛏᛟ ᚱᚨᛈ ᛗᚢᚲᚺ ᛒᛖᚠᛟᚱᛖ
ᛏᚺᛖ ᛚᛁᚲᛖᛚᛁᚺᛟᛟᛞ ᚨᚾᛇᛟᚾᛖ ᛖᛚᛋᛖ ᚲᚨᚾ ᚱᛖᚨᛞ ᛏᚺᛁᛋ ᛁᛋ ᛚᛟᚹ
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_own __me rain
___ __shed ___ ______ out
___ ____ the sun