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With Halloween clearly on the horizon, what better time to feature a lil Zombie Lovin'? Namely, Terri Garey's microfiction that checks out what's up with the undead?
We loved it the first time around and bet you'll enjoy the fun just as much today. Sure hope so! :D
Terri Garey
Zombie Lovin': What's Up With The Undead? by Terri Garey
When did zombies become the new black? Zombies are everywhere these
days, including zombie romance. When I first heard the concept, I was
baffled; how could love, sex and romance work if you (or your partner)
were one of the undead? What if you kissed and your lips fell off? (Just
kidding! Kinda.)
Anyway, one day last year, just for fun, I took a moment to imagine how
in the world one could mix love with lividity, and came up with this
short little pre-Halloween, tongue-in-cheek tale I'd like to share with
you. I must warn you, if you haven't read my books yet, you're about to
find out that I have a slightly weird sense of humor. :-) But if, like me, you don't mind a giggle or two at the expense of the undead, read away, and enjoy:
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LOVE STINKS, AND SO DOES YOUR BREATH by Terri Garey
“Is that a femur in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
Donna snuggled in closer to Derek, brushing the dark hair from his eyes
with one hand. Unfortunately, a clump of it remained in her fingers, and
she knew this particular boy toy’s time was limited. That was the
problem with zombies—their shelf life was much too short, the pesky
problem of decomposition being one she hadn’t solved yet.
Even embalming didn’t help, and she didn’t care for waxy buildup on her fingers any more than she did her floors.
“Brought you a present,” Derek murmured, with a lopsided grin, “for our
two-week anniversary.” His breath reeked of blood and sausages, which
made sense considering his job at the local meat packing plant. With a
flourish, he whipped a hand from behind his back, and offered her his
prize.
“How sweet,” Donna squealed. “It’s a heart!”
“Yeah, baby,” he answered smugly, blood dripping between his fingers. “A fresh one. Nothing but the best for my girl.”
“Awww,” Donna said, “I got you a present, too.” She let go of him long
enough snatch her purse up from the bed. Digging inside, she brought up
an object about three inches long. Picking off a piece of lint before
handing it to him, she announced, “I usually wait at least a month
before giving my boyfriend the finger!”
Derek and Donna both died laughing, which was long overdue, considering
Donna had been dead for two centuries, and Derek for two weeks.
She eyed him with regret as she giggled, knowing his laughter would soon
be a thing of the past, much like Horatio’s, the guy who’d gotten her
into this fix. It had been Horatio’s idea to visit the cemetery in
Edinburgh that night two hundred years ago. Bodysnatching had been a
good way to earn some quick cash back then, unless your body happened to
be the one that got snatched, of course.
Poor Horatio, she’d known him well, until that shovel had come out of
nowhere, and smashed his head in. The doctor who’d done it hadn’t hit
her hard enough, though, and she’d woken up in his laboratory to find
him on top of her. After that, what was a ghoul to do except defend
herself? It was only after she’d killed the doc with his own
dirt-encrusted shovel that she’d found the secret book lying on his
desk, in plain sight, and learned the ancient grimoire’s secrets about
how to reanimate the dead.
“Hey, baby,” Derek said, interrupting her musings. “I got a perfectly
good boner going to waste here.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her
close again. “What say we get naked and put it to good use, hm?”
Donna smiled. She’d learned a few secrets about herself that night, too,
including how her brush with death and her newfound ability to
reanimate dead flesh left her with a taste for more of it. Immortality
had cost her soul, but she was pretty sure she didn’t need it where she
was going.
“Absolutely,” she answered, with a smile that revealed her own teeth,
pearly white and perfect. Her eyes glowed red as she began to tug his
shirt from his pants. “No use letting a good piece of meat go to waste."
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To read the rest of Terri's post, including a link to the "Thrill the World" event (where people all over the globe join together at the same time to dress in zombie costume and dance to Michael Jackson's "Thriller", in an annual attempt to break the Guinness World Record for "largest simultaneous Thriller dance"), click here.
To find out more about Terri Garey, including her fun & fabulous Nicki Styx series, go here.
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