By Aaron Polson
Stories of undead fiends, bloodthirsty monsters, and hideous nightmare-ghouls ready to rend and tear human flesh...
A dinner party of Flesh includes:
"Cargo" - in a put up apocalyptic wilderness, one little lady reaches out in friendship
"Tesoro's Magic Bullet" - they shot Tesoro in Iraq, yet this Marine didn't die
"The method of items in Fly-Over Country" - in a zombie littered wilderness, the undead aren't the one ones to fear
"Former Vocations" - a poem of the lifeless and their prior lives
"The Distillery" - Tommy needs to get prior the gray males if he wishes his female child to live
"In the Primal Library" - little boys' imaginations provide start to hungry, lustful things
"Familiar Faces" - survivors, one lodge room, and a bunch of zombies
"Sea of eco-friendly, Sea of Gold" - the place even the prairie grass hungers
"Bona Fide King of His Realm" - Uncle Rego is a monster
"Down There" - in a city with wealthy heritage, the useless outnumber the residing
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I’ve never seen Geoffrey’s show because in here, guards control the remotes and we watch the same lineup every day: Oprah, then Ellen, then the reality shows that we talk about afterward as if we knew these people personally. The article is from Finer Homes Digest. “Turn the page,” Marianne says. I gasp. It’s the first time I’ve seen a picture of him in twelve years. ” From Marianne’s updates, I know that he has two daughters—six and four—both adopted from China. In the picture, the two adults face the camera.
Turn the page,” Marianne says. I gasp. It’s the first time I’ve seen a picture of him in twelve years. ” From Marianne’s updates, I know that he has two daughters—six and four—both adopted from China. In the picture, the two adults face the camera. The girls are seated at the counter opposite them, two tiny heads with straight black hair, shoulder length. I do the math and figure out this means they probably spent at least four years battling infertility, which makes me feel both sorry for them and grateful.
He’s smaller, softer, his hair and skin paler, but I always thought he was handsome and I’m happy about how he still looks like his old self. He peeks up at me and waves with the tips of his fingers. I wave back. I met Paul in my senior year in college, three months before our graduation at an annual party called SOMF—Send Off the Month of February—which culminated in a fraternity tradition of creating snow sculptures and watching while fraternity members urinated on them. “I don’t get it,” Paul said, standing beside me as we watched.