Bloody Fools – Prospero Pulma, Jr
An apartment becomes the battleground for Daryl’s obsession with zombies and Cindy’s light regard for his preoccupation with the living dead.
Toxocariasis: The Horseman of the Zombie Apocalypse. Daryl read the title and the red F occupying half the title page before tossing his biology paper into the dumpster. As soon as he flung the paper, he pulled out retractable knives from his pockets and swirled around, feet spread for balance, arms ready to bury the knives into a zombie’s skull. He had not watched a zombie attack someone by a dumpster before, but he could be the first.
Irma – Prospero Pulma Jr.
1130 words Horror Story
A woman’s despair blinds her to a wealthy and mysterious man’s real nature.
Back to Moo’s Diner. Back to burns from spilled coffee and the smell of fries and burgers on her skin. Back to her apartment by the railroad. Irma kicked her suitcase at the thought and stared out the window. A woman was standing on the platform, warm in her mink coat and warmer from a man’s arms locked around her hips. While the shadows merging and breaking as people and objects moved on the platform were black, the couple’s shadows were gray. “Attention!” The PA system squawked. “The Cove City train will leave in 10 minutes. Attention! The Cove City train will leave in 10 minutes.”
The Fifth Law – Prospero Pulma Jr.
2400 words Science Fiction
A man’s plan to end his grandmother’s suffering becomes complicated when she hatches her own plan.
“Oh, poor Izzy. You should not be running like that.” Nana coughed. “You look more short of breath than me.” “And you’ve never looked so sick.” Izrael examined Nana’s lips and fingertips. They had turned whiter than her milky skin. Her wrist pulse oximeter started beeping, telling him that her blood was crying for oxygen. He glanced at the control pad attached to the wheelchair. “Oxygen’s nearly gone.” Wires linked the panel to the oxygen tank strapped behind her wheelchair. A tube slithered from the tank before tapering into a nasal cannula. The panel’s tiny red bulb was blinking. “This will take a minute.”