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    MEMORIEZ by Clay Dugger
    May 28, 2010  Short stories   Tags:   

    Pain. Fear.

    Crying.

    A flash. A Memory.

    Janie is seven. Santa just gave her her very first kitty. Mommy and Daddy said that she would have to learn how to feed it and clean its litterbox. She knows that those are stinky and yucky because her friend Annie has three cats, but they aren’t kittens. They are all grown up cats. Janie thinks she can get Daddy to clean the box, because he always does the yucky things instead of making Mommy or her do them. (more…)

    ZOMBIE ZERO by Clay Dugger
    April 7, 2010  Short stories   Tags: ,   

    Brian was aware that the brain he was dissecting was donated by a man who had suffered from an exotic necrotizing virus. That was nothing new. After all, nearly every brain he dissected came from somebody who had died of something.

    He laughed at that thought. It was a running joke around the lab. It had started when a rookie assistant in the University Pathology Laboratory had absent-mindedly wondered where they got all of the dead brains that they studied. (more…)

    SIDES by Clay Dugger
    March 11, 2010  Short stories   Tags:   

    Now

    “…ster Stanley? Can you hear me?”

    The woman’s voice intrudes on my fog. I’m enjoying my fog, it’s peaceful. It was quiet.

    “Miisster Stanley?” She stretches it out. “Carl?”

    “Yeah, I hear you. Now go away.” I go to turn over and find myself restrained. Ankles, wrists, chest, and head. All strapped down. Tight. (more…)