Our Hero stood resolute in the middle of the rain-soaked, corpse-littered asphalt.
Zombie earthworms.
They inched closer, exuding sinister inevitability, crushed, broken, bloated, wasting away, and hungry.
Our Hero calmly set a bowl of oatmeal on the ground, flavouring it with his own blood.
That should keep them. For now.
I asked, on Twitter, what I should write a fifty-word story about today.
@dotsam wrote, “Saving the universe with a bowl of oatmeal.”
@RacoonResidue wrote, “Zombie earth worms.”
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Posted by Tim at 8:46 pm on January 29th, 2010.
Categories: Standalone Stories. Tags: blood, earthworm, hero, oatmeal, savior, zombie.
“Oh man… You got owned! And he took your girlfriend, too! What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to become a recluse for two years and teach myself advanced martial arts so I can rescue her and be a hero!”
“That’s dumb.”
“…True. I’ll just find a new girlfriend.”
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Posted by Tim at 3:19 pm on October 4th, 2009.
Categories: Standalone Stories. Tags: comic book, girlfriend, hero, martial arts, recluse, training.