Welcome back, Minions.
I have some spectacular news for you! As I’d announced recently, Rotten Little Things (100 Tiny tales of terror, volume 4) was on its way.
And now it’s not.
Because it’s here!
Go forth and do that reading thing you do so well. Then leave a couple words encouraging others to do the same (assuming you enjoyed the twisty words the fell from my brain onto the pages, of course).
You guys (and gals) are the best!
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Photo Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford
The world swam in indiscernible blobs of color as the toxin coursed through his veins. His thoughts jumbled into one big, incoherent mess.
The ringing in his ears drowned out the screams of his companions. He could remember that there were others, but he couldn’t recall their names or visualize their faces. Everything was just colors–red, orange, and yellow all blurred together.
His arm hurt. Something about teeth pushed through the jumble of disheveled memories. Was he bitten? He didn’t know–couldn’t remember.
The others, did they do this to him?
He couldn’t remember others–only hunger.
My mind has been foggy lately, a bit like this guy’s–except I haven’t been bitten by a zombie. At least I don’t think I have.