Subway (an acrostic poem)

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Submerged below tons of dirt and rock

Under the people scurrying like insects in metallic carcasses

Believers in mass transit meditated as their bodies gently swayed

Weaving their way through a complex anthill structure

And then regurgitated back up to the surface like zombies risen from the dead

Yearning for homes instead of brains

One Fewer For The Enemy (a 200 word story)

The killing field surrounded her as if she was in the eye of the storm.  Bodies strewn all over, stabbed, shot, burnt.  Not another living soul was in sight.   Fallen comrades in arms were strewn among the remains of their enemies.  It was a miracle that she was alive considering how much of her own blood stained the ground beneath her feet.

Her unit had been sent out to stop the approaching horde.  Their village had been decimated by the plague, so they could only send out farmers and those too old to serve anymore.  She was amazed they had stopped the monsters from taking away what was left.

She was so tired, but there was still there was more to do.  She lit her torch and began to burn those bodies closest to her.  The stench of sizzling flesh stung her lungs and eyes, but she didn’t pause as she raced to set more of the fallen ablaze.

The battle had been fast, but not fast enough.   She tried to cry, but the tears were too tired to come.  As the moon rose, so did the fallen.  She could only set herself on fire.  One fewer for the enemy.

 

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Hack (an acrostic poem)

How dare they criticize my writing

Anyone who reads it sees my brilliance

Come on, I dare you to read it and tell me otherwise

Knowing that I plagiarized it from Willie S. himself, but with zombies!

 

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Three Random Thoughts

I know how to bring on the zombie apocalypse.  It is not some virus or disease, just stop the production of caffeine.

 

Children are fun house mirrors that parents get to see their reflection in.  You can learn a lot about yourself in that reflection.

 

Knowledge might be power, but only if it is actually used.  Otherwise it is wasted potential and might as well be given away.  At least someone else could get use out of it.  That is why I am a teacher.

My Halloween in 100 Words

The sounds echoed in the night, conveying stories of fright.  As zombies walked the street, their phones ablaze with the words they would tweet.  Elsas were cloned a million to one, all seeking treats or just having some fun.  Yet the cold wind blew through thin gossamer weaves. Meaning goblins needed double their pants and long sleeves.  And try as they might as their little teeth chatter, their minds were as one, only candy did matter. So I give unto you my dear readers, a truly heart felt insight, happy Halloween to you all, and to all a good fright.

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.