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Follow this link is you want but I think the first photo pretty much does it.
http://www.swifty.com/destinations/7681/17-nope-animal-pics-that-prove-australia-is-absolutely-terrifying
They didn't label it but I'm pretty sure it's a Zombie Koala or a very pissed off one.
http://www.swifty.com/destinations/7681/17-nope-animal-pics-that-prove-australia-is-absolutely-terrifying
They didn't label it but I'm pretty sure it's a Zombie Koala or a very pissed off one.
Title: With the Rising of the Sea
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 357
Meep gave me this plunny, though I expect she didn’t mean to. Meep's recounting of Saturday's visit to the beach
It was warm inside the shop, at least in comparison to the outside where the waves played tag, occasionally splatting against the glass windows. Dewi huddled himself close to the coffee urns where it was warmer, fussing with cleaning the area, minutely changing things until they were precisely the best arrangement, for now anyway. One eye he kept on the patrons, in anticipatory dread when they would open the door to leave or come in and allow the wind entrance. There were wild things abroad out there. He really wasn’t sure that coming for a short holiday and staying was such a good idea anymore.
The playful intermittent tinkle of the small bell above the door where drafts flickered was replaced by a louder announcement that a new patron had entered. Dewi wasn’t too sure how he’d missed the hurried often times erratic lurching approach of a person to the door. Normally he would have noticed before they’d gotten close to the door but perhaps the rough waves’ rising reaching had dulled him to movement outside.
The man was soaked, as if he’d stepped from out of the tide himself, his clothing in that darkened curious rumpled folding as they molded to the figure they were clad to and his hair plastered long onto his shoulders. If ever there was a person in need of hot coffee this was one, for the man’s skin was dead white and stained slightly with a bluish green cast. His eyes were hot though, lustfully focused on Dewi, and he evidently hadn’t his land legs yet after walking in the wind for he lurched slightly as he approached the counter where warm sustenance waited.
Dewi didn’t even notice as the locals discretely left, leaving him to see to the needs of the latest patron even though one of them had lifted the OPEN sign and changed it to CLOSED as they went out. It wasn’t often the sea took sacrifice in the person of one of Captain Jack’s crew coming on land looking for a new conscript. The locals were just glad it wasn’t one of theirs that were ever chosen.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 357
Meep gave me this plunny, though I expect she didn’t mean to. Meep's recounting of Saturday's visit to the beach
It was warm inside the shop, at least in comparison to the outside where the waves played tag, occasionally splatting against the glass windows. Dewi huddled himself close to the coffee urns where it was warmer, fussing with cleaning the area, minutely changing things until they were precisely the best arrangement, for now anyway. One eye he kept on the patrons, in anticipatory dread when they would open the door to leave or come in and allow the wind entrance. There were wild things abroad out there. He really wasn’t sure that coming for a short holiday and staying was such a good idea anymore.
The playful intermittent tinkle of the small bell above the door where drafts flickered was replaced by a louder announcement that a new patron had entered. Dewi wasn’t too sure how he’d missed the hurried often times erratic lurching approach of a person to the door. Normally he would have noticed before they’d gotten close to the door but perhaps the rough waves’ rising reaching had dulled him to movement outside.
The man was soaked, as if he’d stepped from out of the tide himself, his clothing in that darkened curious rumpled folding as they molded to the figure they were clad to and his hair plastered long onto his shoulders. If ever there was a person in need of hot coffee this was one, for the man’s skin was dead white and stained slightly with a bluish green cast. His eyes were hot though, lustfully focused on Dewi, and he evidently hadn’t his land legs yet after walking in the wind for he lurched slightly as he approached the counter where warm sustenance waited.
Dewi didn’t even notice as the locals discretely left, leaving him to see to the needs of the latest patron even though one of them had lifted the OPEN sign and changed it to CLOSED as they went out. It wasn’t often the sea took sacrifice in the person of one of Captain Jack’s crew coming on land looking for a new conscript. The locals were just glad it wasn’t one of theirs that were ever chosen.
FB3X Drabble Cascade #27 - Season
Title: The Last Days of Summer, the Zombie edition (G, m/m)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Season
Blame this on Mee_eep. Why yes I am giggling. Meep's the one who confused copse and corpse.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves of orange and yellow and green. It fell on the quilt spread over still sweetly soft grass and onto what had spilled out of it. They’d been in a hurry after the long walk from the car bringing the corpse with them to under the trees, first bumping shoulders as they stumbled along and then holding hands as they got further from the roadway. No sense announcing what they intended to anybody passing by.
He growled in pleasure, kissing James in the dappled light before they started ripping into the flesh of their picnic meal.
Title: The Last Days of Summer, the Zombie edition (G, m/m)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Season
Blame this on Mee_eep. Why yes I am giggling. Meep's the one who confused copse and corpse.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves of orange and yellow and green. It fell on the quilt spread over still sweetly soft grass and onto what had spilled out of it. They’d been in a hurry after the long walk from the car bringing the corpse with them to under the trees, first bumping shoulders as they stumbled along and then holding hands as they got further from the roadway. No sense announcing what they intended to anybody passing by.
He growled in pleasure, kissing James in the dappled light before they started ripping into the flesh of their picnic meal.
Another Day, Another Stiff Corpse
Jul. 17th, 2013 04:27 pmTitle: Another Day, Another Stiff Corpse
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 708
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( Read more... )Title: An Unpleasant Duty
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 224
Prompt: edacity, noun: the state of being edacious; voraciousness; appetite.
The sky was that clear blank blue called a pleasant day. He briefly glanced down into the deep oubliette determining if he’d have to stay much longer as witness at this punishment, then took back to studying the sky so as not to listen to the sounds from below, the crunch of bone and ripping of flesh. The other sounds had stopped long before; the whimpering of denial from the condemned, the pleas for clemency when the hood had first been removed from the prisoner at the gate that kept the executioners from joining the enactment of society’s retribution, the whispered ‘no … no’ when they saw the method of their death, and finally the short lived screams. It was a death reserved for only the worst who had no chance at redemption in Lord Henry’s mercy, heaven or the courts.
He glanced down again briefly. ‘Wouldn’t be long now.’ They’d need to dig a new oubliette as the bones were building up on the bottom to levels that would be dangerous soon. Arrangements for the termination of the real executioner in oil fed flames would need to be made after another prisoner had been infected to take its place. He was relieved that his bearing witness to this form of execution happened infrequently. The sentence was rarely handed down of death by zombie.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 224
Prompt: edacity, noun: the state of being edacious; voraciousness; appetite.
The sky was that clear blank blue called a pleasant day. He briefly glanced down into the deep oubliette determining if he’d have to stay much longer as witness at this punishment, then took back to studying the sky so as not to listen to the sounds from below, the crunch of bone and ripping of flesh. The other sounds had stopped long before; the whimpering of denial from the condemned, the pleas for clemency when the hood had first been removed from the prisoner at the gate that kept the executioners from joining the enactment of society’s retribution, the whispered ‘no … no’ when they saw the method of their death, and finally the short lived screams. It was a death reserved for only the worst who had no chance at redemption in Lord Henry’s mercy, heaven or the courts.
He glanced down again briefly. ‘Wouldn’t be long now.’ They’d need to dig a new oubliette as the bones were building up on the bottom to levels that would be dangerous soon. Arrangements for the termination of the real executioner in oil fed flames would need to be made after another prisoner had been infected to take its place. He was relieved that his bearing witness to this form of execution happened infrequently. The sentence was rarely handed down of death by zombie.
At first I thought Kizzia had shown us a graveyard (memorial commemorating war dead) with a tree planted in place of a headstone. *slaps self* Arboretum. Yeah trees. Kizzia's lj
And then I thought about why they might plant a tree to grow down into the body of the fallen in ancient times. One way to anchor the dead so they didn't wander around.
Title: War Memorial (G, m/m)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: The Letter R – Risen
My thanks to Kizzia for the drabble idea.
‘Grey and amorphous the fog blanketed the field and part of the road where a low thick tendril reached for the other side. It was creepy.’ He sadly smiled, playing with the words he was composing in his mind.
Trees on the other side of the road were similarly befogged, unsurprising considering that both were fields even if one field held gravestones. There was an undulating disturbance in the mist, and he realized the significance when Liam appeared, tree roots dangling from him. Even the shrub planted by Liam’s parents atop his grave, hadn’t kept his lover from their tryst.
Rot & Ruin prompt
Apr. 19th, 2012 01:41 pm( Read more... )Title: Rot & Ruin
Author:charisstoma
Word count: 100
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Word count: 100
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