With a sharp carving knife, the pastor sliced off a thick slab of the terrified man's calf as he screamed in agony. "Our Lord Jesus Christ, on the night when He was betrayed, took bread, and when He had given thanks, He broke it and gave it to his disciples and said, 'Take; eat; this…
Perfect Breakfast
Sophie woke up slowly and with a smile as the gentle rays of the sun kissed her face through the window. A delicious scent wafted its way into her nostrils, and the gentle clangs of metal on metal awakened her more fully. Brian was making breakfast in the kitchen. Sophie hopped out of bed and…
Dog Food
The rain beat down in thick, heavy droplets sending small shocks of pain through the young man's broken and beaten body. The old man had left him for dead, but didn't count on the younger's resolved to push through. The young man dragged his own bloody body across the pavement towards the chain-link fence with…
Veal
"More," demanded the morbidly obese man as he finished off the last bit of gravy smothered meat. "But sir," his man-servant replied with a nervous twinge, "if we continue at our current pace, people will get suspicious. The police are already searching the streets night and day." "I said more!" The man-servant sighed and went…
Hungry for Music
As he sipped his fifth evening coffee, the musician was blissfully unaware of the danger that lurked behind him. As he had spent the day cleaning, throwing out old food and trash, he’d left the front door wide open to keep the air inside his home fresh as scrubbed and sanitized. His headphones blaring, he…
Moldy Food
A block of old cheese and an unrefrigerated loaf of Salami was all we had to eat. I broke off a fuzzy piece of each and gave it to my brother. As I ate my portion, I coughed a little bit. My brother had the same cough before he stopped moving. Carefully, I wrapped up…
Modern Vampyre – Prologue
Contrary to popular belief, vampyres do exist. The modern interpretation, however, is so far removed from reality that one would hardly know a vampyre if it bit him to his face. -William S. Christos Somewhere in New England, 178X As the rain beat down upon the roof of a horse stable with torrential might, two…
Letters from Unsung Heroes: The Train – Maxwell Hart
Dear Emily, I regret to inform you that my arrival has come under delay. Shortly after we entered the tunnel portion of our journey, the locomotive simply gave up the ghost so to speak. I'm not sure what caused the issue; I only know that I was on the scenic car enjoying my pipe tobacco…
Letters from Unsung Heroes: The Train – Fieldcrest R. W. Wallace the Sixth
To whom it may concern My name is Fieldcrest R. W. Wallace the Sixth. I am writing to inform you of the dissatisfaction I have over your locomotive as my choice of travel. The experience I have had has been most displeasing and I shall not be using your company again, nor shall I recommend…
Taradiddle Soup 