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    WARNING: Stories on this site may contain mature language and situations, and may be inappropriate for readers under the age of 18.

    PREVIEW: The Dead
    January 27, 2010  Video   

    No word yet on a release date, but looks to be a solid story with Romero-esque zombies in Africa.

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    BRIDESHEAD BEACH by Tom Hamilton
    January 21, 2010  Longer stories   Tags: ,   

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    “Look,” Kathryn said, “this one has the keys in it.”

    “It’s probably out of gas,” Maureen acknowledged, “most of the ones with the keys left in them are out of gas.”

    “Well,” Kathryn stripped off her business suit jacket and searched the mercifully empty streets, “we’re gonna have to give it a try.” She climbed behind the wheel and unlocked the passenger door so that Maureen could climb in the other side. (more…)

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    THE DESIGNATED HITTERS LAMENT by Vincent L Cleaver
    January 17, 2010  Short stories   Tags:   

    A Zombie Apocalypse Love Story

    Joseph had seen them heading out to check out the zombies hanging around No. 4 wind turbine; ‘Sarge’, ‘Gomer’ and Barnes, the rancher that they’d hooked up with two days back. The ranch had five wind turbines built on easements leased to a Texas power utility, and the ranch was unlikely to ever be without power. They had power, and a good, deep well; now they needed food, some kind of fence, and a lot more; an endless list. (more…)

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    SATAN CLAUS by Tom Hamilton
    January 4, 2010  Short stories   Tags: ,   

    “Mother,” asked Seymour, “what are you doing out of bed?”

    The old woman didn’t answer. She was carrying a lit wicket inside an archaic, silver, antique candle holder and the hot wax was dripping down onto her wrists. There was no need for this of course as the hallway was already ablaze with light courtesy of the best bulbs which G.E. had to offer. Plus the cold afternoon sun, which was brightened by the high piles of leftover snow outside, shone fearlessly through every available pane. (more…)

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