A Drabble for Saturday: Pom-Poms

November 15, 2014November 15, 2014 / Julianne Snow (@CdnZmbiRytr) / Leave a comment

This drabble was featured on Days with the Undead during the 2014 Coffin Hop. Enjoy!

Pom-poms

It still held the pom-poms in its undead fingers, the yellow and white strips pocked with darkening blood. It belonged to the once beautiful blonds who’d cheered so loudly for her team—before the opposing team’s quarterback took a chuck out of her throat.

PomPom There were only screams after that.

As she fell, the heavily-padded zombie fell with her, consuming her flesh until someone pulled him off. Not that it would matter—she was already dead; the virus now working its way through her system.

It got to its feet, new eyes open to the surrounding world. Then it lunged.

A Drabble for Saturday: Insomnia

February 22, 2014 / Julianne Snow (@CdnZmbiRytr) / Leave a comment

Insomnia

Eyes burning, you lay awake, unable to close them for blessed sleep. You cannot will your body to obey so instead you beg, plead, promise anything for just a few restorative moments. You need them, want them. Insanity clawing at your brain, shadows moving in each corner.

Muscles tired, tossing and turning doesn’t help. There’s nothing that can be done to make it better. Lying awake is exhausting, draining more precious energy.

You start, awake again. The singular moment blissful, but painfully short. The tears begin to escape down your face as your body racks with sobs. You only want a minute or two… Is that too much to ask?

A Drabble for Saturday: Lip Balm

February 15, 2014 / Julianne Snow (@CdnZmbiRytr) / 2 Comments

Lip Balm

“Are you cold?” Annette stared at the figure huddled in the corner, piss and shit staining the concrete under its feet. There was little response aside from a shudder down the exposed spine. “There, there. It’ll all be over soon.”

She followed the words with a snort of laughter. There was no way he was getting away, not after what he’d done.

Soon it wouldn’t matter; he’d be dead. And with his death, retribution. Her only regret: it wouldn’t last long enough…

Smearing the lip balm over her supple lips, Annette clicked the cap back into place. “Shall we begin?”

A Drabble for Saturday: Burt

February 8, 2014February 8, 2014 / Julianne Snow (@CdnZmbiRytr) / 1 Comment

Burt

“Can I help you with something?” Burt looked up at the figure standing over him. He tried not to let his annoyance show, but it was the fifth time in the last ten minutes someone had interrupted his lunch break.

“Is it true?”

Burt had answered that question more times than he cared to admit. “Yes.”

As he looked back down, he caught the glimpse of disbelief from his current interrogator. He’d had enough. Holding up his finger, he twirled it in a counter clockwise motion. The young man crumbled to the ground, seizing. “Is that proof enough for you?”

A Drabble for Saturday: Necklace

February 1, 2014January 29, 2014 / Julianne Snow (@CdnZmbiRytr) / Leave a comment

Necklace

It shone in the early morning light, lying perfect against her collarbone. Links of silver twisted tightly together, the result of being drawn tautly against the skin of her throat.

The welts stood out angrily on the porcelain landscape. Each of them an imperfect memory of terror and pain.

Her chest rises then falls, shallow, calmer now. Only moments before, panic ruled her body.

The lesson seared into her mind. She’d processed her survival, wondering if there was something she could have done to prevent it.

But accidents happen and necklaces can get tangled in all sorts of random things…

A Drabble for Saturday: Messages

January 25, 2014January 23, 2014 / Julianne Snow (@CdnZmbiRytr) / 2 Comments

MESSAGES

“Hi Harry. Had a great time last night. Would love to do it again sometime so give me a call. Bye!”

“Hi Harry. Still waiting for your call and wondering if you’ve lost my number – 457-8089. Talk to you soon. Bye!”

“Harry it’s been two weeks and I know you didn’t go out of town. Who’s the girl in your apartment with you?”

“Harry, I don’t think you get how this works… I call you, you call me. You’re beginning to make me very angry… And you won’t like me angry, so CALL ME!”

“That’s it Harry… I’M COMING OVER!”

A Drabble for Saturday: Cantaloupe

January 18, 2014January 14, 2014 / Julianne Snow (@CdnZmbiRytr) / Leave a comment

CANTALOUPE

I thought I’d grab it. You know, get in, get out. It’s not like it was going to last much longer and if I didn’t take it, someone else would.

What I wasn’t expecting were the rest of them. All just as hungry as myself; looking, hoping, searching.

It was a bloodbath.

I’m not even entirely sure what started it. There were quite a few of the fruit on the table. But someone must have wanted them all. The first punch lead to weapons, weapons lead to death. And all for a melon or two.

I don’t even like cantaloupe…

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So what’s a Drabble? It’s simply a piece of flash fiction that runs 100 words.