Stories tagged “undead”
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Darkness
Tiana sighed and hugged herself tighter as the chill of darkness danced across her pale shoulders. Pulling the coverlet from her bed, she started across the room. Surveying all the things she had collected in the unnaturally long years she’d walk...
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How Do You Kill a Zombie?
“So how exactly do you kill a zombie?” Jerry slurred next to me, sipping a Bloody Mary. “Jeez, Jerry, you bash its brains out,” Evie said. “Not rocket surgery.” “Just asking. I heard that they actually can surv...
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Fantasyland IV
Meanwhile across town a meeting, a supposedly very secret one, was taking place. The only thing was someone forgot to tell Henry. He heard about it at the Imps Grotto Inn from a slightly inebriated and incoherent troll, who had heard about it from a m...
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The Tower
“My lady, are you sure?” “Yes, Jonathan, and I’ll thank you not to second-guess me. I watched the rise and fall of my first empire before your ancestors were even born.” The young steward cowered under her sudden, fierce g...
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Under the foot of the horse
Regretfully the same couldn’t be said for the New Year. My parents, no longer divorcing, had returned to be the bane of my life. They’d also taken a liking to equestrian sport. Most notably, dead equestrian sport. Using what odd powers they...
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Reporting Live II
“Spill it” I said. The stranger turned his head and smilied. Not a real smile; doubt he’d smilied in years. But one of those cocksure smiles a man gets when he’s seen to much to live and drank to much to care. “Alright. I&...
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Reporting Live IV
Wit’ a new bottle in hand, he shot me another cocksure smile. “Alright then. As I said, Pa was a news man. Liked to go out into the undead streets and ‘report’. He was with a family friend, Arge, when they were ambushed. Only Ar...
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Meowch
I didn’t give rumors any mind until Tigger started acting strange. He wasn’t his affectionate self— he kept bringing in rodentia corpses. His play-biting has become too enthusiastic. I spoke to my neighbor who had lived in town for a ...
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Cold heart
“What are you doing here?” Adam turned his head to see it was Rachel standing behind him as she often did when he was working. “Just watching,” Rachel replied. Adam continued to work on the cadaver in front of him, preparing the...
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Don't call us "Undead"
Undead. I hate that word. It’s demeaning and it makes all us Zombies out to be boogie people, or some kind of monsters. What about the monsters in the real world? What about the real boogie people? What do you call them? Honestly, look at the fac...
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Super Slips of the Tongue
“Look! Up there on the roof!” “It’s Engiman and Sidekickshade! They’ll save us from the zombie hordes!” The blue alien was clad in very little for a super, Engiman wore merely boots, specially made for his hooves, ma...
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The Dark Lands to the South
Zsrik looked up, his luminous yellow eyes picking out detail on the wings of dead Avians that flew far above him, nearly at the height of the artificial darkness that shielded the Dark Lands from the light. He looked back at what he had been doing, and...
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A Wights Tale
He sat, slumped on his throne in a darkness that hadn’t been dark to him for more than twelve centuries. Wrapped in leather and bronze, tattered burial weeds over a golden crown placed upon his brow. His skin like dry un-cured leather, wrinkled a...
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Zero Day
I felt, but didnt see, the shot. Just the feel of the recoil going up my arm like a sucker punch. I smelled the hot chemical stink of the burning powder, the planet-cracking BANG of the report, and the dull thump a microsecond later. I felt the hot fla...
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Gnarts Trimeskalion
Immortality gets tedious after the first few hundred cycles. By then, you’ll be a crotchety old man in a body far too young for you. Fighting in a war you were unprepared for, against an enemy beyond your imagination. Dying from an impossible wou...
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An Old Fear
They ain’t men, child, not anymore. Thems what come when the snows fall, they’re from the old war. When the old kings and princes needed men, they’d stitch ’em together, men without blood or breath, men who could march a hundred...