I Am Zombie

Okay: one, two…three! With a cry, I step out of the grave. “I am Zombie. Hear me moan. The blood I want must be my own!”

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The Boiling Frog

It gradually dawned on me that it wasn’t the library job that had knocked me for this loop. I had ignored the increments of trouble brewing in the pot of my life. Now it was impossible to deny the pot was boiling.

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