Blue Zone Zyracuse

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  • Hollow Be Thy Name

    Our father, who art in heaven, A hot shower with clean water. For as long as I wanted. And central heat with clean, fluffy towels when I get out. White cotton towels like angel’s wings. Clean sheets and a woman who wasn’t trading it for rations. There’s heaven for you. That’s all. Nothing more. Hallowed…

  • Get This Man a Laptop

    He walked with a limp in his right leg. That was the first thing they noticed. The second was the calm clarity and certainty with which he spoke. Later, but not until much later and separately, they would figure out that he timed his meeting so that he would be alone with them in the…

  • The Hidden Truth

    Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh. George Bernard Shaw said that over a century ago. I know that ’cause I like to collect quotes from famous people. I’ve got eight quote books back at my bunk. I’m trying to catalog…

  • Old Oneball

    Clipboard, Slater, and Brooks sat at one side of the conference table. Court had been going quickly that night: two curfew violations, three fence violations, one robbery, four brawls, and one indecent exposure, which had been dismissed as a simple misunderstanding. They were waiting for the last five cases, who would be tried all at…

  • Remember When

    Glossy put his shovel back on his shoulder. “Remember when people used to have to take medicine to lower their cholesterol level?” Glossy put the point of his shovel on the ground but did not dig. “I remember when children used to cry when they were hungry,” replied Candy. “I got one. Remember when the…

  • A Hero Among Us

    “Kids these days, they’re really missin’ out, Ron.  Back when we was young, we had all sorts of superheroes to follow.  Superman, Captain America, even that plastic guy.  Each month was a new adventure.  They’d fight some super villain, and in the end the good guy always won.”  I say as Ron nods to appease…

  • Who Will Tell Our Stories?

    Where have all of the great writers gone?  Aren’t there more stories to be told?  Just about the only way to escape the madness is to lose yourself in a good book.  I’ve read all of the books we have here.  I want new stories. Over the years, the salvage teams supplied us with hundreds …

  • Fed Up

    Everyone sees it as damnation. “How could this happen?”, they say, “What did I do to deserve this?” Oh yes, they will say I, because in these times no one person considers another. I however see it differently. The bills were piling up, the jobs were getting cut faster than checks at the banks, the…

  • Audition

    I always write under a pen name. No one can know who I am. It helps with the marketing. Without marketing, I’m talentless. Hungry. The mystery helps keep me fed. Outside the fence, I’d be zombie food. Inside, I’m a ghost. It’s better that way. At first, I tried humor. I thought people had enough…

  • Ha-Ha, You’re Dead!

    We ran in such a panic. It was scary.  The monsters kept growing in numbers and circling us.  There was no place to run to, and I didn’t know where to go! I closed my eyes and covered my head with my arms.  Then Amelia hit my head really hard and yelled “HA HA! YOU’RE DEAD!” I…

  • Undeadstiny USA!

    “We’ve got to call this place something. ‘Syracuse’ just doesn’t cut it anymore.” “Hancock Internation-ghoul Airport?” “No. That’s awful.” “What about Zentral New York? Or Undeadstiny USA?” “Yeah, that’s it! Let’s name it after a mall! I want serious suggestions.” “OK, then what do you think of Zombiecuse or Zombiedoga County?” “I like Unhhhnhhhhpstate New York better.”…