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    REPOST: NIGHT OF THE FROZEN ELF by Richard S. Crawford
    posted December 22, 2009 under Humorous
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    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 His uniform was outdated but identified as a worker from Sector 7-G. A ragged stump marked the spot where his left thumb had been savagely removed from his hand, and angry looking red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…)

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    NIGHT OF THE FROZEN ELF by Richard S. Crawford
    posted December 5, 2008 under Humorous
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    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 His uniform was outdated but identified as a worker from Sector 7-G. A ragged stump marked the spot where his left thumb had been savagely removed from his hand, and angry looking red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…)

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    TEENAGE ZOMBIE HOMECOMING QUEEN by Donna Taylor Burgess
    posted September 19, 2007 under Humorous, Short stories
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    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…)

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    ZOMBIE HOSPITAL by Thomas Lee Joseph Smith
    posted August 21, 2007 under Humorous, Short stories
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    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…)

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

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    WRAP YER WEASEL, SON by Clitoris Rex
    posted March 19, 2007 under Humorous, Short stories
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    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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