By Dalton Apel"Imagine that your high school or college has been overrun with zombies. Your math professor, the cafeteria ladies, and even your best friend have all joined the walking dead. Flesh out a plan to avoid the zombies, including where you’d hide and the top-five things you’d bring to stay alive." (250 words or less)
Oh, great! You guys made it to base! You’d ask why you’re here in this place. Something terrible went, That’s why in this tent, Allow me to explain my case. In class, I am working on math, When tragedy happens to Kath. The zombified look! Well, that’s when I’m shook: She’s now an undead psychopath. I dodge to the side near Pat, Then I grab his old baseball bat. Kath has lunged onto Hal. (I’m sorry, good pal.) I dash for the classroom door stat. Oh yikes! A zombie, I squeal. Bonk! It’s his credit card I steal. ‘Cause I need it for food. What had he to be chewed? 7.6 billion meals. Off to the nurse’s I go, For first aid is what I must stow. She objects to the cause, I hurriedly pause, And give her ten bucks as free dough. The chemistry lab is next door I come in and hear a gross roar. Mr. Hemmingsen’s lost! But a lit match I’ve tossed, The rest for some warmth, now in store. And then the thought hits me at last: My keys! I’m stuck here now! Blast! I fumble around, In my pocket, they’re sound. Phew! I left my high school fast. That’s how I traveled afar. Hey officer, you’ve a weird scar… Uh oh. He’s blue. He’s a zombie too! Quickly, friends, get in my car!
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By Ren WarrenOctober 2019 Submission of the Month!."Look at the casket," pleaded the corpse, who stood beside the mourners.
"Look at the coffin, empty and black," He said just outside the borders. "I am beside you, rotten, forgotten, not filling that empty grave." But nobody looked, and nobody heard the corpse go on his rave. "And, oh, what a waste!" Barked the corpse, who stood around the mourners. "To bury the coffin, empty and black," He said just outside the borders. "Call off the funeral, bleak and meek, with barley a soul to see!" But nobody looked and nobody listened. The corpse, again, he'd plea. "Look at my body!" pleaded the corpse, who stood far apart from the mourners. "Not so rotten, not so forgotten!" He said so far from the boarders. "I cannot live broken, unspoken, and gleefully feeding the crows!" But nobody saw, and nobody heard. To the grave the empty casket goes. |
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November 2019
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