The impact made a wet crunch, and spattered a plum colored ooze onto all of us. It smelled horribly foul, and one of the others retched. Disgusted and horrified noises followed ( Read more... )

Maybe it was the sight of blood, but my mind snapped up and started working. One of the stronger guys was ready to jump on the man. I started picking up large stones lining the tracks, and he noticed. I threw one at the man, hitting his shoulder. My toss was ineffectual, but the strong guy threw harder, and it took effect. In fact, it dislocated ( Read more... )

The man who walked out was pale and shambling, and for a second I thought he was sporting makeup too. His face was mottled grey and yellow, but it didn’t have the flat, greasepaint look ours did. He was staring at us in a way that brought on flashbacks of McGruff Beware Strangers videos ( Read more... )

So, as I said, I headed for the tracks to watch the train go by. Upon reaching them I caught the sound of voices coming from the bushes nearby. My Scooby-Senses tingling, I crept in to investigate and found three other teenagers in zombie makeup. I don’t mind telling you that in the dim light I got the jeebies. What were the odds ( Read more... )

All right, new rule- starting tomorrow, I'll be updating this every other day. I'll pick up where I left off and tell you what *really* happened at the end of that night.

Eh, turns out that one wasn't continued. I just stuck to the genuine facts on that one. Go figure.

Today I experimented with zombie makeup. It was mostly latex skin covered in oil-based green, gray and yellow paint mixed with various amounts of foundation, which was then covered again with latex skin, which was then ripped halfway off, smoothed over, and covered in stage blood. When the pictures develop I’ll post some. After an impromptu photo ( Read more... )

So this morning I woke up at the crack of noon and got ready for my battle with Lloyd Schumner Sr, Retired Machinist and A.A.P.B.-Certified Astrologer. I packed my Lotte Black Black Gum, a baseball bat, and some anthrax in case things got messy, then hopped in my dad’s car and drove to Onion headquarters. On the way, I noticed some mist was ( Read more... )

So this morning, after a goblet of fresh blood (or coffee, whichever is more plausible) I wrote a while. I wrote a new chapter in my Final Destination parody, started another story for Bevelled Edge, and even worked on one of my older stories. I pissed away the rest of the day on various activities, until I realized it was nine o'clock and I hadn't ( Read more... )

I will start this diary with every intention of updating it daily. My personal psychic has informed me I'm a dirty liar who'll be lucky if she ends up updating once a month, let alone every day. It's times like these I'm glad I shot her seventeen times through the head, though I guess she wouldn't be haunting my house if I hadn't. (Note to self: ( Read more... )