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Their ships landed. Aliens. Unimpressed with man, they spoke only to parakeets. |
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~ ~ Killer Poker ~ ~ by K. A. Patterson |
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Ears. Toes. Gacy, antes up. "An arm," raises Gein. High-stakes, killer poker night kings. |
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Resurrection
by Mike Senczyszak
©2008

The school day began as it always had.
Uneventful.
Until death arrived.
Few were prepared. None understood.
Cries, screams, pleadings, rang out unheard. Nobody came.
Carnage, blasphemous and absolute reigned down upon the
unfortunate souls within. The end came swiftly for none, for the
motive was not death, it was much more than that.
In the end, only the children remained,
each of them transformed in their own manner. Blackened faces,
putrid and swollen, signified unnatural death. Some showed no
outwardly sign they had turned, except for a maniacal smile that
proclaimed ‘mortality doesn’t live here anymore’. Still others
signified their transference by feeding on the flesh of those not
yet turned. Blackened blood, thick with scent, spilled like
Cabernet Sauvignon, marking them all, heel to chin.
As the bell tolled three, death moved on.
The day ended for the Holy School of
the Resurrection, eventful at last.

~ Mike
Senczyszak, Ontario Canada ©2008
Mike's first love remains horror. From his screenplays to
his more recent children's stories, Mike focuses on the offbeat,
peculiar side of life. Published earlier this year with
Viatouch Story Station, Mike resides outside of Hamilton
Ontario, Canada. |
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