As she lay waiting for the end to happen, holding Bryony in her arms, Rosa thought back to how they came to be lying together on this bed. The sounds of the distant zees cut through the night, but there was no chance that they’d make it in here. She couldn’t do it to the woman she loved. (more…)
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Billy awoke slowly, almost reluctantly; his skinny arms still wrapped protectively around his little sister. The city was waking up from the long, dark night as well and an insipid light was filtering into their hiding place.
Sequel to Part 4
“Which way I fly is Hell; myself, I am Hell;”
If you are reading this, one of two things has happened. Either Sachs has had me killed, or, I have been locked in the Shed. (more…)
Mah…mah….mah…Misty dog must be gone too. Daddy said that as long as Misty was in the backyard I wah wouldn’t have to worry about any scary monsters. One time, yesterday when I was little, I thought I saw a mah mah monster with scary teeth hiding near my pillow but but but daddy said no because Misty wouldn’t let any mah monsters in the house. Daddy said I should be bah big and brave just like bah bah batman. (more…)
You can take Jim’s theory and run with that if you want.
Me? I still aint sure why it all happened. (more…)
ICEWOMAN AND THE SISTERS OF LAZARUS By Craig Young
May 14, 2013 Short stories Tags: Craig Young
On the third day, Sister Evangelina was shot through the head. She was the third Sister of Lazarus to be struck down, following Sister Zoe and Sister Susannah. On a distant hill, watching her quarry through her binoculars, Mary Travis regarded her handiwork and smiled grimly. (more…)
The first thing I saw was pink satin, bunches and bunches of pink satin, and I raised a fist covered in white lace and rotting flesh and, oh, damn you Mom, damn you, you always took advantage of me when I was at my most vulnerable and you knew the only time you could dress me up like a pretty little princess was when I was DEAD, at my FUNERAL, not the fuck-you blaze I wanted to go out in at all but I couldn’t stop you, could I…I’m really hungry. (more…)
In the old world there were crazies everywhere. Corrupt officials. Corrupt cops. Corrupt teachers. Corrupt sports figures. Kids killing kids. The world was on the verge of killing itself when the dead began to rise. The difference between then and now? The crazies aren’t arrested for the things they do now, and there is no media circus to follow them around, reporting on their every move. (more…)
Kevin stepped back, pulled his facemask over his chin and moved forward across the ruined highway into the desolate wilderness of post-apocalyptic Auckland. (more…)
The third house down the street was crawling with the walking dead, three or four of which we could see and there even were more inside of the place. I thought I could hear a little crying. It could have been a man, courage and mind fled. The sound was enough to move a hard heart to pity. I have me and mine, my plucky little band of survivors, to look after, but sometimes it pays to cast a little bread upon the waters. (more…)
On the dark,deserted grey-green Tasman Sea, midway between the shattered and haunted remnants of Australia and the precipice sanctuary of New Zealand, an apparent large piece of driftwood stirred, ebbed and flowed in the stillness. (more…)