Fantasy Drabble #342 “Come Into My Head”

Papa burned down the house. He didn’t mean to: the Devil got a hold of him through the bottle. Papa quit drinking after that.

The insurance man came, and there was a check. It wasn’t enough to rebuild the house, so Papa bought a trailer.

Now that Papa’s sober and God-fearing again, the Devil leaves him alone. Mostly he talks to me. He tells me new ways to tease the boys in the neighborhood. He tells me where the neighbors keep money so I can buy candy. Today he asked me if I knew what was inside of a cat.

Zombie Drabble #419 “Tips & Tricks”

They’re not all the same. Some see better than others, some smell better, some hear better. Maybe it has something to do with how rotten they are before the virus starts puppeting them. Not sure. Anyway, you can’t make assumptions.

Keep as clean as you can. Use rain water. The stronger your body odor, the more likely you’ll be some zombie’s lunch.

Go out at night. You can’t see very well in the dark, but you can see better than the best of them. Take some flares. You get made, light one, toss it, then run in the other direction.