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    UNTIL DEATH DO US PART by Nick Lloyd
    August 3, 2010  Humorous,Short stories   Tags:   

    The four figures sat in their large plush leather chairs watching the old, bulky television on the far side of the large room. A fire burned in the fireplace off to one side, the flames casting the only other illumination in the room. The walls were lined with pictures of famous people, all now long dead. Einstein, Mozart and Hitler to name a few. Trophies covered the entire mantle piece and filled glass cabinets, ranging from sword fighting to horse riding to `slimmer of the year`. All of them were for first place. Cigar smoke drifted slowly around the ceiling.

    Each of the seated figures was as different to the others as they could be. The first figure was huge, and not due to fat but pure muscle. Every inch of him was a bulging mass of rippling muscle with think veins like worms crawling across his exposed skin. His neck was easily the size of a normal man’s waist. He wore tight red vest top and denim shorts, with a red baseball cap sat backwards on his head. A large cigar, twice the size of a mans finger, was gripped between his teeth. (more…)

    REPOST: NIGHT OF THE FROZEN ELF by Richard S. Crawford
    December 22, 2009  Humorous   Tags:   

    A treat for the holidays – Ed.

    It was Jenny Cupcake who found the body. An avalanche had exposed a transparent wall of ice; and behind the ice, an elf hung, suspended in ice, arms akimbo and skin blue. His eyes stared forward blankly, and his mouth had dropped open. He looked flash frozen.

    Jenny Cupcake tapped the ice with the butt of her Uzi. “You okay in there?”

    The elf made no reply; didn’t blink, didn’t move, made no sign that he had even registered Jenny’s presence.

    She peered at him. His uniform was outdated but identified as a worker from Sector 7-G. A ragged stump marked the spot where his left thumb had been savagely removed from his hand, and angry looking red gashes criss-crossed his palm. He had probably been a wood worker. (more…)

    GERALD – OR A DISCUSSION ON LIFE-CHALLENGED ETHICS by Peter McCarthy
    September 30, 2009  Humorous   

    Transcript from Late Night Live with Phillip Ross, Radio National

    February 28, 2019

    Phillip Ross: Good evening listeners and welcome to Late Night Live, I’m your host Phillip Ross. This evening I’m pleased to introduce a leading academic in the field of Zombie research: Roman Weisz, Associate Professor of Life-Challenged Ethics at Harvard’s school of Sociology

    Prof. Weisz: Thank you for having me Phillip.

    PR: Latest research indicates that we may be on the verge of developing a vaccine that curbs the aggressive tendencies within zombie mice. There are now calls to begin experiments on human zombies. What are your views on this? (more…)

    NIGHT OF THE FROZEN ELF by Richard S. Crawford
    December 5, 2008  Humorous   Tags:   

    It was Jenny Cupcake who found the body. An avalanche had exposed a transparent wall of ice; and behind the ice, an elf hung, suspended in ice, arms akimbo and skin blue. His eyes stared forward blankly, and his mouth had dropped open. He looked flash frozen.

    Jenny Cupcake tapped the ice with the butt of her Uzi. “You okay in there?”

    The elf made no reply; didn’t blink, didn’t move, made no sign that he had even registered Jenny’s presence.

    She peered at him. His uniform was outdated but identified as a worker from Sector 7-G. A ragged stump marked the spot where his left thumb had been savagely removed from his hand, and angry looking red gashes criss-crossed his palm. He had probably been a wood worker. (more…)

    ZOMBIE CAFÉ by Ed Wagner
    August 12, 2008  Humorous,Short stories   

    Suzy was a petite blond with shoulder-length hair, high cheek bones and an upturned nose. Her eyes sparkled and she was in the habit of lightly touching people as she talked. People assumed she was a cheerleader because she was always so perky. She flashed a winning smile. It was perfect camouflage for the shark within. Suzy was full time student, part time barista, and an opportunistic thief. Some people are only pretty on the outside. (more…)

    VOTE FOR DEKE WILSON… OR DIE by Thomas Lee Joseph Smith
    October 30, 2007  Humorous,Short stories   Tags: ,   

    6:43 A.M. Cobb County, Maine

    The camera comes to life, the attached lights staring brightly ahead. It’s November 2008 and we’re in a school gymnasium that’s been set up as a voting station. There are tables and an American flag and there are ten elderly citizens sitting behind the tables, and stacks of ballots ready to be distributed… what seems a bit unusual are the big pistols and shotguns sitting on the tables and being carried about. The man in the room with the least firepower available, is the uniformed police officer sitting in the corner on a folding chair. (more…)

    TEENAGE ZOMBIE HOMECOMING QUEEN by Donna Taylor Burgess
    September 19, 2007  Humorous,Short stories   

    Deadgirl’s Blog

    Tuesday, September 04, 2007­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­

    I never thought it would happen to me. Damn that Tommy Barker. Always grabbing at me. So we stopped over at Allston Park and went down to the beach to you know. Ever since I gave him that blowjob after Laura Murphy’s birthday party a month ago, he’s been determined to get another one. But I was drunk that night and besides he didn’t want to pull out before– (more…)

    THE DRIVERS by Clitoris Rex
    September 6, 2007  Humorous,Short stories   Tags: ,   

    You’d never believe it, but the true badasses, the real fucking heroes of this entire thing were not the soldiers (‘we are SO ready for the last war’), the police, the government, the “human spirit” or even Zack. No. The real fucking heroes are the pizza delivery guys. I shit you not. (more…)

    ZOMBIE HOSPITAL by Thomas Lee Joseph Smith
    August 21, 2007  Humorous,Short stories   Tags: ,   

    I was just beginning to like my job as a resident at the hospital when the stool sample hit the fan. Talk of the Bird Flu stopped just as soon as the first city went up in flames. The news people at Fox tried to blame Al Qeida by throwing turbans on some of the un-dead and filming them as they attacked a military installation. Britt Hume defended the stunt by saying there was no proof the plague of zombies hadn’t been started by insurgents. As far as I was concerned, all the politics were outside my field, I was going to provide quality medical care, even if the patients were dead. (more…)

    OUR NATION’S FARMLANDS UNDER ASSAULT by C. Mitchell O’Neal
    July 30, 2007  Humorous,Short stories   

    Dudley Wells, eager young reporter for the Ingham County Record, sat wedged between two farmers in the cab of a Ford F-150 pickup.

    “So, Mr. Varney,” he asked the sunburned man driving the pickup. “What do you consider the greatest threat to today’s farmer?”

    The large man snorted and spat a meteor of black tobacco juice out the window. “Are you serious?” he asked back. (more…)

    WRAP YER WEASEL, SON by Clitoris Rex
    March 19, 2007  Humorous,Short stories   Tags:   

    Ask anybody out here, they will tell you that I bring in money. Steadily. Godzilla could be wrecking shop around here stepping on buildings and shit, and I’d have him hitting me up for trim and blow on a Saturday night. I work. This is what I do. (more…)

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