Twice KilledCrime and Suspense Outside the window, snow enfolded the landscape like a giant meringue. Winifred saw the garage roof as a lumpy white loaf of bread, and smaller loaves were cars that didn’t make it into suburban garages. Round bumps fanned out at the end of her driveway, garbage cans, transformed into picturesque icing swirls in the rolling landscape of dazzling white and stark blue shadows. Tiny footprints danced across the crystalline snow. Go to Crime and Suspense Ezine to read the rest of this mystery. “When You Play in the Graveyard”Fire to Fly 2004 - 3rd place Contest Winner “Is that the best you can do?” The voice was petulant. The scolding tone sounded like my mother when I’d forgotten to take out the trash. Kerry’s abrupt halt pitched me over the uprooted tombstone and I ate dirt. We’d snuck into the cemetery around midnight with plans to topple at least five of the massive headstones. We were working on our second when that question came wafting out of the air. |
Idiot’s Guide to ZombiesPublished in Ghoulish Intent, October, 2003. By the time I’d found out enough about Zombies to figure out how to get rid of one, the dog was dead, Grandma Elder had joined Lizzie in her nightly prowls and I’d taken to sleeping in the bathtub with the door locked and my shotgun leaning against the Charmin. I knew the shotgun wouldn’t do no good when it got right down to it, but it made me sleep better.
Photos courtesy of Sheamus Clark North Shore |
0 Responses to “Stories”