A Place Like This

Hi, all. 

 I have a new story up at Flash Fiction World called, “A Place Like This.”  Check it out:  http://www.flash-fiction-world.com/a-place-like-this.html.

Hope you enjoy!

Angie

Who’ll Stop the Rain?

Check out my horror quickie, “Who’ll Stop the Rain?” on Thrillers, Killers ‘n’ Chillers: http://thrillskillsnchills.blogspot.com/2012/04/wholl-stop-rain-by-angela-sargenti.html

Double Knots

You think you’re man enough to go out with me, boy?

Could be dangerous.

We don’t know what we’ll face when we get out there.  You know that, don’t you?

Well, all right, then.  Let’s suit up.

No, now, I told you.  You gotta wear something with sleeves, boy, something made of heavy fabric.

Lessens their chances of sinkin’ their teeth into you.

And tie them shoes in double knots, boy.  Don’t be a fool.  We don’t want ’em coming loose if we get chased.

Oh, yeah.

One last thing.

Say your goodbyes now, and don’t hold nothin’  back.

This might be the very last time you ever see these people.

Zombie Chowder

The one thing I guess we didn’t bargain on when we re-lit this thing is, it takes a lot lamp oil to run it, something we ain’t got a whole helluva lot of.

That only means one thing,

One of us has to go find some.

Can’t have a ship crashing up on shore, if there’s still a live ship’s crew left anywhere in the world.  If they’re alive and they crash here, they’ll draw every goddamned zombie from here to Humboldt County down upon us. 

Yeah.

Including the elk.

We’d be sitting ducks then, wouldn’t we?

Nothing but zombie chowder.

Well, I ain’t sittin’ still for that.

Boy, go get my shotgun.

Well, if you looked for my story last night, it wasn’t there. But it’s up now at everynighterotica.com. Luvz.

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Hop

The two of them were jumping up in the air when we rushed down the steep stairs.  Wil had a smile on his face a mile wide, and he tells me we’re back in business, that we’re a beacon of hope again.

And we were, if only for ourselves.

But the world’s a savage place, and even the staunchest believer must realize by now there wasn’t gonna be no divine intervention.  There ain’t no right or wrong no more, and man’s at the bottom of the food chain.

Hell, there ain’t even the devil to contend with.

Just them amoral shitbags.

Equal opportunity at its finest.

You think them bastards care who they eat?  If they recognize you as human, by whatever mechanism they use, you’re lunch.

It’s a sad fact, and time everybody left recognized it.

I remembered a pamphlet them church guys were giving out at the very first shelter I found, back when it still seemed like we might have a chance.  Now I’ve never been much for religion, so I just sort of scanned it.

What it said was, “God is kind and merciful.”

What it looked like it said was, “God is kind of merciless.”

Been nearer to the truth to just stick with that.

For all you believers out there.