Sequel to Part 4

“Which way I fly is Hell; myself, I am Hell;”

Kelly,

If you are reading this, one of two things has happened. Either Sachs has had me killed, or, I have been locked in the Shed. (more…)

Mah…mah….mah…Misty dog must be gone too.  Daddy said that as long as Misty was in the backyard I wah wouldn’t have to worry about any scary monsters. One time, yesterday when I was little, I thought I saw a mah mah monster with scary teeth hiding near my pillow but but but daddy said no because Misty wouldn’t let any mah monsters in the house.  Daddy said I should be bah big and brave just like bah bah batman.  (more…)

You can take Jim’s theory and run with that if you want.

Me? I still aint sure why it all happened. (more…)

On the third day, Sister Evangelina was shot through the head. She was the third Sister of Lazarus to be struck down, following Sister Zoe and Sister Susannah. On a distant hill, watching her quarry through her binoculars, Mary Travis regarded her handiwork and smiled grimly. (more…)

The first thing I saw was pink satin, bunches and bunches of pink satin, and I raised a fist covered in white lace and rotting flesh and, oh, damn you Mom, damn you, you always took advantage of me when I was at my most vulnerable and you knew the only time you could dress me up like a pretty little princess was when I was DEAD, at my FUNERAL, not the fuck-you blaze I wanted to go out in at all but I couldn’t stop you, could I…I’m really hungry. (more…)

Kevin stepped back, pulled his facemask over his chin and moved forward across the ruined highway into the desolate wilderness of post-apocalyptic Auckland. (more…)

The third house down the street was crawling with the walking dead, three or four of which we could see and there even were more inside of the place. I thought I could hear a little crying. It could have been a man, courage and mind fled. The sound was enough to move a hard heart to pity. I have me and mine, my plucky little band of survivors, to look after, but sometimes it pays to cast a little bread upon the waters. (more…)

On the dark,deserted grey-green Tasman Sea, midway between the shattered and haunted remnants of Australia and the precipice sanctuary of New Zealand, an apparent large piece of driftwood stirred, ebbed and flowed in the stillness. (more…)

It was optimistic to set out a dozen chairs.  It was unlikely that even one person would attend, let alone enough to fill the small space in the church basement.  But Jennifer was determined to be positive.  She knew not to get her hopes up, that this was likely to be an impossible undertaking, and she had already resigned herself to the probability of its failure.  Still, there was always a chance she could succeed, a wonderful possibility she reminded herself of as she taped the sign to the door: (more…)

Jimmy Mitchell stood in front of the bathroom mirror, turning his head to the left and then to the right, his face inches from his reflection, scrutinizing his complexion. Using his two index fingers, he squeezed blackheads until his skin became red and blotchy. (more…)

The first time Robert saw Sally, it was through the scope of his hunting rifle. Joey hadn’t gotten himself killed yet.

“Let them at ‘er!” Joey’s voice echoed in Robert’s mind like a cartoon devil. “She’s a screamer, she’s gonna draw ‘em all on her, give us time to gather the supplies and get the hell out!” Robert found himself earnestly considering this option and put his finger on the trigger. (more…)