Hide (an acrostic poem)

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Hoping they wouldn’t find you as you snuck into the graveyard.

It might be foolish to go there during a zombie apocalypse, but…

Days had gone by since it had started.  This might be the safest place.

Except you didn’t expect there would be late risers!

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

 

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Celebrate (an acrostic poem)

Cliff looked at the assembled friends and hung an appreciative smile on his face

Everything was too perfect to those in attendance

Looks were more important than any bitter reality

Even if behind the looks rotted what was left of his decaying heart

Being a zombie with a human veneer should have been easier

Reaching forward to blow the candles out, Cliff’s only wish was for it to by quickly

Aggie smiled her know it all smile as she could see the monster she had created

Tearing another part of his humanity away, he blew out the flames

Eventually the pain would end, but not before that smile

 

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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!

100 Word Story #3 Allergic to Zombies

Another dismembered head rolled by as Conner sneezed.  Being allergic to zombies was great for knowing when they were near, but fighting them, not so much.  “Why not grass,” he thought using his chainsaw to mutilate another animated corpse.  His itchy eyes watered so bad a dagger wielding zombie almost struck home.  A bit more chainsaw work and it was no more.  And the headache was almost too much.  One of those almost migraines that felt like his brain was going to split in two.  Which is why when the axe wielding zombie cleaved his skull, Collin almost felt relief.