Showing posts with label zombie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label zombie. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Here There Be Thorns




Here There Be Thorns

And they do be ugly.

But hey, nothing's gonna eat that plant, right? So in that way at least, it's protected. One less thing to worry about, so to speak. And it doesn't take much water, either. You can tell that just by looking at the surrounding earth.

Is it too late to aspire to be this plant? Is it too late to take my own advice? Too late to wrap myself in thorny armor? Too late to wear that armor like pain-mail; too late to rejoice when the uninitiated impales himself on my mantle.

What say you?
Is it too late for that?






Afterthought: On the other hand, when the zombie apocalypse comes, not only will I wear my armor of thorns, I will also attempt to convince Daryl, Michonne, and Carl from the Walking Dead to be on my "team." Zakk Wylde, too. We saw him in concert last night--as part of a stellar lineup of musicians touring as The Jimi Hendrix Experience--and holey-moley can that guy wield an axe. Heh heh heh. Yes, pun definitely intended. But he also looks like he could hold his own in the ZA.


So, who will be on your team?










Sunday, April 15, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday April 15, 2012

Wow! Where'd that week go.  Hard to believe it's mid-April already.  I understand that some folks are just now doing the IRS dance again.  Let's take our minds off that and READ:  Here are six sentences from my short story CHEMS.  It's on Amazon.


CHEMS

 a zombiefied short story

by Ann Swann


He was curled up like a comma in a pile of old feed sacks.


The year was 1974 and I was in the eighth grade.  I was in a hurry, running late as usual, and I had just opened the hen house to let my flock out for the day when I looked across the packed-earth yard and noticed the toolshed door wasn’t completely closed.  Since I was the one responsible for shutting things up in the evening, I knew that door was closed and latched the night before.
            I tiptoed up and tried to see inside through the crack—had my eye pressed to it just like that Tell-Tale Heart guy we’d read about in English—but I couldn’t see anything except that pile of old sacks.
            Then they moved.  


That's it for today!  See ya next Sunday.  If you would like to participate in Six Sentence Sunday, simply go to http://www.sixsunday.com/