The sun warmed his back as he stepped down the earth of around the last tomato plant. Since the zombie-ing he didn’t really feel the cold, but something human in him still liked the warmth. He supposed it was human. Maybe just the living part of him, lizards are fond of a warm spot too, … More Day 52 – Love of the Living Dead
There’s fear churning in Gloria’s belly as she makes her morning coffee. And it’s not because there’s a zombie banging a shovel against her kitchen window.
As the kiss deepened he felt a rising heat move through his body. ..or at least he would have if he hadn’t died a good six weeks ago, his body temperature now never rising above ambient. But his love for this woman may just surpass his love for Braaaaaaaains!!!
It occurred to me while watching very bad movie: good dialog has a natural flow to it. Bad writing just uses dialog to further your plot points (very naughty to try and play God!). So I decided to take advantage of being on the streets downtown today to eavesdrop on some conversations to see what … More Day 49 – first date? last date.
What just happened? We were cleaning up after dinner, stacking dishes in the sink. Out of dish soap, I said: “I guess we’ll just do them tomorrow.” She started crying.