Margaret worked in the accounting department of a medium sized distribution company in a small town just outside Lincoln. Upon finishing photocopying the days invoices, she entered the filing room on the 2nd floor.
Upon entering she came face to face with Pam from Human Resources, recognisable only by her name badge for she had been disembowelled, guts spilled out all over the floor. Guts. Guts. Guts. Guts. Guts. Guts. And her head.
Margaret was disappointed about the new shift patterns too, but that struck her as something of an overreaction.
Margaret rushed over to check for a pulse, but it was too late, Pam was stone cold dead and she was not coming back. Just to clarify, she won't become reanimated or be returning in zombie form at some point in the story, the role of her already dead corpse has come to an end.
Something smashed in the hallway and footsteps could be heard approaching, the killer presumably returning. Margaret turned the key to lock the door and looked around to find something with which to block it. Then she found it, a filing cabinet. But as she struggled to pull it over, a fist smashed through the window of the door, before reaching through and attempting to turn the key in the lock.
Margaret ran across the room towards the window and pulled the handle to open it, but unfortunately the window would only open a few inches, these restrictors put in place to prevent her and her colleagues from killing themselves could end up being the very reason for Margaret’s untimely demise.
Just then, Margaret heard a scream coming from the street below, when she looked down, what she saw shocked her to her very core, a scene of indescribable carnage, that I will now attempt to describe, dead bodies appeared to litter the streets and burning cars were craashed into the sides of builings opposite, as she watched she could see what looked like 2 men with knives stabbing into the body of who she assumed was the source of the scream.
This wasn't a single murderer terrorising a small town just outside Lincoln, this was an epidemic of evil!
Lizardwings
“Look, what was that? I just saw something. It
was weird it just flew past us, It didn't look like anything I've
ever seen before. Did you see it?”
“It was probably a bird, we don't get exotic
animals around here, unless maybe it was something escaped from the
zoo d'you reckon?”
“Zoo? There's no zoo around here, it would have
to fly for quite a while to get here. Anyway, it wasn't a bird, I
know what a bird looks like. Oh there it is again, it just landed on
that rock.”
“Ahh yea, I see it, that is odd looking, have
you got those binoculars?... It looks a bit lizard-like from here.
Lizards don't usually fly do they?”
“Really? Let's have a look. Oh yea, it does, it
looks a little bit like that Skink my brother had, but no, they
definitely don't fly, I would have remembered that. It looks like it
does have wings on it's back though, see?”
“Damn, on it's back? Like extra to it's legs?
How is that even possible? How can an animal evolve an extra set of
limbs? We could have discovered a whole new species here!”
“We should try and get closer, have you got a
camera or anything? This could be the biggest discovery of our
lifetime.”
“I think we frightened it, where did it go?
Maybe it just jumped down behind the rock, let's have a look.”
“No, it's definitely gone. That was cool though,
shame we didn't get any pictures, but that was amazing.”
“God Almighty. Look over there? There's loads of
them and they're flying this way and crap! Look at the size of that
one!”
“Shit!”
Murder Dog!
What happened last night? My memory seems to be failing me of late, I sometimes wake up in the morning and large chunks of the previous day are a complete mystery to me. It seems to be happening more and more often recently.
I stand in the kitchen and help myself to some water, it won't bring back my memories, but a nice cold drink always makes me feel better at the start of a day.
A loud scream breaks my train of thought, it appears to be coming from outside, it sounds a lot like Liz. I've been sharing a house with Liz and Mark for about 3 years now, I've always got on well with Liz, we often sit and watch TV together, but only really when Marks not around, I can't seem to get along with Mark, I used to try, but I don't get the feeling he likes me very much, I always just leave the room when he arrives now, it just makes things easier.
I run to the window and see Liz kneeling on the grass in front of the house next to a large shape, I think it's the shape of a man, a man lying on the ground perfectly still, a pool of blood appears to originate from what looks like a large bite mark on his neck, it looks like... is that Mark?
A crowd starts to form outside, a woman I recognise as living in the house next door talks imperceptibly into a mobile phone while pacing up and down the garden, she then presses the screen of her phone and kneels down to put her arms around Liz.
Sirens can now be heard in the distance, the sound of which gets louder as the vehicles come closer, the source of the first siren arrives in front of the house and a policeman quickly starts directing bystanders away from the scene.
I sit watching, mesmerised as more vehicles arrive, I watch as Liz is led into the house and continue watching as a cover is placed over the body of Mark and tape appears around the garden.
More and more people arrive, some taking photographs, others appear to just be talking to the gathered crowd, Mark is starting to be moved when a new vehicle arrives, a slightly larger van, out of which climbs a woman who grabs a long metal pole with a hoop on one end, she walks around the garden and speaks briefly to a policeman before stepping under the tape and walking toward the door.
It takes me a moment to realise that the door she is heading towards is our front door, it has felt more like I have been watching TV than something out of the window and it is strange as I come to the realisation that this is happening right here to people that I know very well. I can hear Liz talking and crying in the kitchen, I should go and greet this new visitor, see if I can help.
The door opens before I get there as the lady lets herself in, I stand and watch her enter, she notices me immediately and without saying a word she raises her pole and starts pointing the looped end towards me.
I stand in the kitchen and help myself to some water, it won't bring back my memories, but a nice cold drink always makes me feel better at the start of a day.
A loud scream breaks my train of thought, it appears to be coming from outside, it sounds a lot like Liz. I've been sharing a house with Liz and Mark for about 3 years now, I've always got on well with Liz, we often sit and watch TV together, but only really when Marks not around, I can't seem to get along with Mark, I used to try, but I don't get the feeling he likes me very much, I always just leave the room when he arrives now, it just makes things easier.
I run to the window and see Liz kneeling on the grass in front of the house next to a large shape, I think it's the shape of a man, a man lying on the ground perfectly still, a pool of blood appears to originate from what looks like a large bite mark on his neck, it looks like... is that Mark?
A crowd starts to form outside, a woman I recognise as living in the house next door talks imperceptibly into a mobile phone while pacing up and down the garden, she then presses the screen of her phone and kneels down to put her arms around Liz.
Sirens can now be heard in the distance, the sound of which gets louder as the vehicles come closer, the source of the first siren arrives in front of the house and a policeman quickly starts directing bystanders away from the scene.
I sit watching, mesmerised as more vehicles arrive, I watch as Liz is led into the house and continue watching as a cover is placed over the body of Mark and tape appears around the garden.
More and more people arrive, some taking photographs, others appear to just be talking to the gathered crowd, Mark is starting to be moved when a new vehicle arrives, a slightly larger van, out of which climbs a woman who grabs a long metal pole with a hoop on one end, she walks around the garden and speaks briefly to a policeman before stepping under the tape and walking toward the door.
It takes me a moment to realise that the door she is heading towards is our front door, it has felt more like I have been watching TV than something out of the window and it is strange as I come to the realisation that this is happening right here to people that I know very well. I can hear Liz talking and crying in the kitchen, I should go and greet this new visitor, see if I can help.
The door opens before I get there as the lady lets herself in, I stand and watch her enter, she notices me immediately and without saying a word she raises her pole and starts pointing the looped end towards me.
Throwing Teacakes at the Moon
Throwing teacakes at the moon,
while I balance on a spoon,
The moon it throws the teacakes back,
They land on the ground with a crack.
Throwing teacakes at the sun,
The biscuit part is having fun,
The sun it makes the teacakes burn,
Will my throwing arm not learn?
Throwing teacakes at the stars,
It's foolish to think they'll get that far,
They float around in outer space,
Hitting astronauts in the face.
Throwing teacakes at the sea,
A tiny splash where they used to be,
They just sink down to the bottom,
To live with fish and the flotsam.
Throwing teacakes at the lake,
It doesn't like it, it throws a hake,
The hake it lands and splashes around,
Trying its best to swim on the ground.
Throwing teacakes to the future,
The way they go, it's against nature,
In the future they will collect them up,
To display them in a giant cup.
Throwing teacakes to the past,
They make the creatures die en masse,
Now I see why they're all gone,
It was the teacakes I shouldn't have thrown.
Throwing teacakes at the mountains,
They bounce back up just like a fountain,
Land near the hikers passing by,
Who put up they're hoods and wonder why.
Throwing teacakes at the trees,
The trees throw acorns back at me
The acorns hit me on the head,
They knock me down and now I'm dead.
Throwing teacakes at the moon,
It looked like fun but ended soon,
It led to throwing at other things,
It caused my death which kind of stings.
while I balance on a spoon,
The moon it throws the teacakes back,
They land on the ground with a crack.
Throwing teacakes at the sun,
The biscuit part is having fun,
The sun it makes the teacakes burn,
Will my throwing arm not learn?
Throwing teacakes at the stars,
It's foolish to think they'll get that far,
They float around in outer space,
Hitting astronauts in the face.
Throwing teacakes at the sea,
A tiny splash where they used to be,
They just sink down to the bottom,
To live with fish and the flotsam.
Throwing teacakes at the lake,
It doesn't like it, it throws a hake,
The hake it lands and splashes around,
Trying its best to swim on the ground.
Throwing teacakes to the future,
The way they go, it's against nature,
In the future they will collect them up,
To display them in a giant cup.
Throwing teacakes to the past,
They make the creatures die en masse,
Now I see why they're all gone,
It was the teacakes I shouldn't have thrown.
Throwing teacakes at the mountains,
They bounce back up just like a fountain,
Land near the hikers passing by,
Who put up they're hoods and wonder why.
Throwing teacakes at the trees,
The trees throw acorns back at me
The acorns hit me on the head,
They knock me down and now I'm dead.
Throwing teacakes at the moon,
It looked like fun but ended soon,
It led to throwing at other things,
It caused my death which kind of stings.
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