You’re a Mean One, Mr. Zombie: A Zombie Christmas Part 4

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Humpday Promotions: The Lot on Route 6: Page 13

Kill for me. A terrifying request, but Gavin will take this request and do his best to complete it. He will suffer. He will reach the edge of his sanity. He will live in pain. But he will do all he can do to protect the people and the town he loves.

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*About to get gruesome and there is going to be some language.

I don’t write love stories. Just a warning.*

Ginny froze and put up her hands to defend herself just as the axe made contact. Her hands were pinned to her face when she fell to the ground, landing flat on her back.

Gavin began to scream and laugh as he chopped her to pieces, inch by inch. When he was finished with his task, he tossed the pieces of her into the trees and they welcomed this new flesh with greedy delight. “Is it enough?!” He screamed. “Is it enough?!”

“No!” He heard them reply back in unison. “More. Feed us more!”

Gavin had never heard them talk out loud. Their voices had only existed inside his head up until now. This sudden vocalization stunned him, stunned him so much that he dropped his axe, and hurried inside. He would clean up later. He had to get away from them. He closed the door and dropped into a nearby corner, covering his ears, but he could hear them chanting – “More. Feed us more!”

He looked down at his wrists and thought of his pocket knife. He pulled it out and without hesitation slashed both wrists, to hell with his town he thought even though that thought crushed him. He had finally had enough and the town would have to take care of itself. He couldn’t do this anymore. But the blood never came. Instead, the wounds sat open for a moment, like red gaping mouths, and then they slowly healed themselves. He did it again and again and again and the result was always the same. He tossed the knife, hung his head, and cried. He was so ready for this nightmare to be over and he saw no end in sight. Even death wouldn’t take him.

Outside the trees chanted – “More. Feed us more!”

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I recently published this novella or short story, depending on how you look at it, and I wanted to promote it. So, my brain got to thinking, and my brain came up with three ways you can enjoy this story (if you want to read it).

  1. Tune in every Wednesday and read it page by page until it is completed.
  2. Send me an email: atothewr@gmail.com. In the header put: I would love to review The Lot on Route 6. Then let me know what you use to read ebooks: Kindle or Something Else. I will send it to you and all I ask is for you to give me a fair and honest review.
  3. If you are able to buy it and do want to support me the links to purchase the story are posted above.

Thanks again for all the support. I promise Poetry and Haiku as much as I can, but I hope you stick with me each Wednesday as I branch off into something a bit different. And if you missed a page look for the story underneath the Hump Day Promotions category. You are now free to move around the blog.

Humpday Promotions: The Lot on Route 6: Page 10

Kill for me. A terrifying request, but Gavin will take this request and do his best to complete it. He will suffer. He will reach the edge of his sanity. He will live in pain. But he will do all he can do to protect the people and the town he loves.

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*About to get gruesome and there is going to be some language.

I don’t write love stories. Just a warning.*

Gavin stepped back, wiping a mess of blood, brain, and bone off his face, trying to keep his stomach from flinging itself upwards and out of his mouth. He slipped as he stepped back, caught himself, and then, when he was on two steady feet. He looked at the ground. Puke, the bit he had been fighting, raced up and out of his mouth when he saw one of Fred’s squished eyeballs staring up at him.

“I can’t fucking do this! I can’t. This it too much!” Gavin screamed this at the trees as he wiped the puke from his mouth. “Fuck you!”

After this tirade, a shooting pain exploded inside Gavin’s brain. He dropped to his knees and held his head while an image formed inside it. It was his town and it was burning, but this time he not only saw it burning, he heard the screams of those dying an agonizing death. It was those screams that gave him the strength to push up from his knees.

“Fine! Have it your way!” He screamed this at the trees after flipping them off. He retrieved his axe and started chopping.

An hour later, the trees were fed, the truck was under water and Gavin had finished concealing the scene of the crime. No one would be the wiser if they stopped by for a casual visit, because Gavin had made a small parking lot out of gravel. The gravel helped to conceal each crime because, when the murder was over, there was always a mess. Humans tend to make a mess when they are split apart like a deer during hunting season. A quick bag of gravel or two, maybe three, and the parking area was pristine again, ready for fresh meat. Gavin might have been a lot of things, but sloppy wasn’t one of them.

As the day drew to a close, Gavin retreated back to his shack, his home, and it was his home now. No use hiding the fact. There was no way he could go back to town, go back to his old life, his smart home, his bed, his TV and unwatched shows. This was now his life and current future and he would just have to make do with what it was. He collapsed into a corner and let his body fall limp against the wall. He tried not to think of the murders, the thoughts of the lives he had ended, tried not to think of things they would never accomplish, never see, never see, but it was no use. His conscience wouldn’t let him forget what he had done. All he could do was sit in the corner, cry, sob, bang his head against the wall, occasionally piss his pants (he was beyond caring about bodily functions), and pray that all of this would be over soon. He wasn’t sure he could keep doing it, but he knew he would and he knew he would have to. It was his duty and his burden to bear. He heard the trees rustle outside. It sounded like laughter. They were laughing at his pain.

“Shut up! Shut the fuck up! Shut up!” He screamed this at the trees and then started to shake and spasm. He continued doings this until he passed out from exhaustion. But the voices didn’t stay silent. His dreams were filled with nightmares and tortured screams.

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I recently published this novella or short story, depending on how you look at it, and I wanted to promote it. So, my brain got to thinking, and my brain came up with three ways you can enjoy this story (if you want to read it).

  1. Tune in every Wednesday and read it page by page until it is completed.
  2. Send me an email: atothewr@gmail.com. In the header put: I would love to review it. Then let me know what you use to read ebooks: Kindle or Something Else. I will send it to you and all I ask is for you to give me a fair and honest review.
  3. If you are able to buy it and do want to support me the links to purchase the story are posted above.

Thanks again for all the support. I promise Poetry and Haiku as much as I can, but I hope you stick with me each Wednesday as I branch off into something a bit different. And if you missed a page look for the story underneath the Hump Day Promotions category. You are now free to move around the blog.

Haiku – Investigation

Laying on the desk

File filled with hidden secrets

Things he had done wrong

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PI in his chair

Fedora and suit pressed tight

Watching her response

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Soft tears on her cheek

Silently vowing revenge

Cold gun in her purse

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For more prompts like “file” go here: Haiku Horizons

Desert Island Books – Eric at THE IPC

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Well the next Bookworm Castaway has been set.  Check out Eric’s selections below.  Thank you Eric for taking the challenge.

Remember if you want to be a Bookworm Castaway just click on the page Desert Island Books to learn more.

Here goes.

1. You have a choice of one complete series of books or three individual books.

While I would love to take the entire Book of the New Sun pentalogy (by Gene Wolfe), but I don’t think i could make it on just those alone, so I would bring The Urth of the New Sun. It’s one of my favorite books ever and the character of Severian kind of molded my growth into adulthood.

 

I would also bring along a copy of Mailman (J. Robert Lennon) – one of the best things I’ve read in YEARS – a story about a sociopathic American mail carrier – it’s touching and hilarious and sad all at the same time. Have you read this? Did he really try and eat his professor’s eyeball?? Highly recommended!!

I haven’t read this one, but it sounds interesting.  

 To finish this up I’d have to have a copy of The People of Paper by Salvador Plascencia – a very moving story of heartbreak and sadness that incorporates the characters and the author into the text. Very smart and well written.

2. Three CD’s you can’t live without – no greatest hits packages please.

 

AEnima by TOOL – this got me through some very hard times in my life….

 Garage Inc by Mettalica – some of my favorite classics covered by one of my favorite bands ever!

 A Momentary Lapse of Reason by Pink Floyd – ever song on this album is a transcendental beauty and could keep me at peace during long nights marooned on a desert island.

 3. Suntan Lotion or Sunglasses

 Totally sunglasses. I can work a nice tan and my eyes are getting old, so definitely some shades!