I died the day after the accident. I tripped and fell on a syringe. After I was buried, I woke up again. And I was hungry. I had an unquenchable urge to eat human flesh that I thought was unique to me, until I met the other zombies on the way out of my grave. All I knew for sure was I had to keep digging up. I kept clawing away at the dirt, faster and faster, until finally I breached the surface. “B-b-brains” I moaned to my zombie friends as they breached the surface too. Finally, time to feast!
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Alex H Mittelman
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
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Lurking
I was lurking in the shadows late one night, not expecting a meal. I was about to go home hungry when I heard footsteps in the distance. My senses were tingiling, I could hear the blood pumping through his veins. As I got closer, the smell of flesh became intoxicating. I found the human and sunk my teeth into him. I was to busy enjoying my meal to notice the slowly rising Sun. I barley made it back in time to hide in my coffin. The meal I enjoyed would soon seek revenge. I’d have to move tomorrow night.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 days ago in Petlife
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Oooo, this was awesomeeee! Question. Did you happen to find this pic after you wrote your story or did this pic inspire this story? Sorry I don't mean to offend you, I'm just curious because it's such a perfect picture!
that nice