Good morning students.  Settle down, settle down.  Yes, I know the first session of Practical Zombie Handling 101 is always an exciting one, but loud noises startle them so you'll need to be quiet and save your questions for the end.

Right.  A brief history of the zombie to begin, although for those of you interested in studying the Zomb-pocalypse ( Read more... )

“This is my favourite part coming up now.  Wait for it… wait for it… and there it is.  That moment when the spirit departs the body, that’s what I live for.  It’s the greatest high there is.”

Personally, I thought the greatest high was the after-kill sex, but Rob never liked it when I disagreed with him, so I just made a non-committal grunt.  It ( Read more... )

When she was born, Bethany's parents argued over which side of the family she took after, each thinking she was theirs and theirs alone.  Her mother felt that, as the one who'd been through pregnancy and a rather difficult labour, she'd earned the right to have a daughter who was her image, while her father felt that, as the one who housed and ( Read more... )

Someone else has been living in my flat, I'm sure of it.  I've given up trying to explain it to my friends - they all think I'm mad, all except Molly, who, in her typical New Age fashion, instead declared that I have an infestation of pixies and offered to come and do a spiritual cleansing for me.  Sweet of her, but unnecessary.  I'm positive that ( Read more... )

To say that I am stunned at the polls this week would be an understatement.  I am really surprised that my entry garnered so many votes - and really happy too.  Small confession time: I wrote the piece in ten minutes because it was the only time I had before the baby woke up screaming.  So I know it's not the best written story in the world but I ( Read more... )

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Is it wrong that when you said I should have run faster, I had a mad moment of flashback to that episode of Torchwood where the paedophile was notorious for having said that about the little girl he killed?  A coping mechanism I suppose you could call it, one which allowed me for a moment, no matter how fleeting, to see the dark humour in the ( Read more... )