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  • S. shared from Dead Island by Mark Morris
    Grinning, the witch doctor dug his long fingers into the zombi’s head and scooped out a porridge-like gobbet of brain matter. He held it out towards a little boy, who was still standing in front of him, wide-eyed with wonder. The boy looked at him uncertainly, but the witch doctor smiled and nodded. Encouraged by whispers from his mother, the child stepped forward, opened his mouth and sucked the glistening lump of brain from the witch doctor’s fingers.
  • S. shared from Ass Goblins of Auschwitz by Cameron Pierce
    Sometimes, I think the ass goblins chant my name as they ride bicycles, but they are only laughing. I no longer know my real name.
  • S. shared from A Gathering of Crows by Brian Keene
    She lay on the ground, eyes open but unseeing, legs splayed, dress torn, skin the color of cream, and there was blood. So much blood. Too much . . .
  • S. shared from Dust & Decay (Rot & Ruin) by Jonathan Maberry
    First Night had one. The mayor and his wife were there, dressed in formal clothes, and even Captain Strunk of the Town Watch was in a suit.
    Note: Now reading and thoroughly enjoying Dust & Decay by Jonathan Maberry.
  • S. shared from Isis by Douglas Clegg
    The place where the stone-hedges ended, as they grew round our house and the gardens, was an old cave entrance that had been turned into a mausoleum beneath the ground, carved out for centuries for the bones of my ancestors.
(Sylacauga, AL)
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