Rise Up (an acrostic poem)

Reach deep down inside of you when you feel dead

It’s there where you’re power resides

Set it loose upon your world

Everyone will fear your inner zombie

 

Undead and dangerous, you climb out of your energy grave

Pushing upright you shuffle off to find your brains

 

Image: unknownperson79.files.wordpress.com/2016/08/wp-1470124242989.jpeg

Zombified (a 100 word story)

The call for brains escaped Bob’s mouth.  He remembered the good old days before the blight had swept the realm.  Brains were everywhere, plentiful if a bit pickled in the alcohol and first and second hand cigarette smoke.  Over time the smoke for the most part cleared, but then the new blight began to spread.  More and more zombies were created, leaving him starved for the brains he craved.  Still Bob soldiered on, looking for that most precious commodity.  Those damn screens have destroyed so many brains, leaving Bob to lecture at those zombies instead of teaching.  Brains.  Brains!  BRAINS!