Beauty is Skin Deep"You have beautiful skin," Bob said to the blonde at the bar.
"Sweet talker. I'm Brandy," she said.
"I'm entranced," Bob replied as he ran his finger along her arm. "Can I try it on?"
Bob frowned and dropped a roofie in her appletini. She finished the drink and started to walk away but the drug was taking effect. Bob offered to escort her home.
"415 West Main," she mumbled. He flagged a taxi and they were soon at her place. Bob helped her into the apartment.
"I don't take no for an answer," Bob said as he yanked her spirit out and threw it against the wall. He slithered out of his host and into her body, his spirit flowing through her.
He shoved her wilting spirit into his former host then guided the body out the door. He hailed a cab and gave the driver $100 to take his old body to the homeless shelter.
Bob went back inside, undressed and stood in front of a full-length mirror. He smiled as he ran his hand over his new host, enjoying the feeling of her skin and feminine form
Careless ParentingIt was an unseasonably warm day for March and Max took the afternoon off from work so he could take his 2-year-old daughter to the park. He sat on a bench as he watched hier walk towards the water's edge. "That's far enough," he called.
Hanna picked up a rock and threw it into the water. She laughed as the water splashed then turned to pick up a bigger rock. Hanna lost her balance and slid down the muddy embankment into the frigid water. She flailed and cried as her body temperature dropped.
Max jumped up then ran into the water. He fished her body out as a passerby called 9-1-1. By the time the ambulance got there, it was too late. Hanna was dead.
After he recovered from hypothermia, Max was arrested and tried for negligent care of a child. The jury came back with a guilty verdict. It didn't matter to him, he was already imprisoned in his mind by the unending replay of Hanna's death.
© March 30, 2011
High Stakes"All in," Anna bets, her voice emotionless, after she looks at her cardsa pair of twos. Her flesh-rotted hands push her chips across the green table.
"$127,950 to call," the dealer says.
Jeremy, Chris and Ian fold. David checks his cardstwo kings.
Anna smiles at him flirtatiously and winks. A brainless zombina, she often forgot she was no longer a sex kitten.
"Call," he says, not swayed by her tactics. Anna reveals her cards; David smiles as he reveals his kings.
The dealer lays down a two, king and three on the flop then a four on the turn.
"Let's make this interesting," Anna suggests. "If I win, you let me gnaw on your brain. If you win, you can take me back to your room."
He'd always wondered what sex with a zombie would be like and with only one possible out, it was as close to a sure thing as he could get.
"You're on," David agrees.
The dealer sets one card to the side the flips over the river card. A two.
"How did you do that?" David demands.
"Lady Luck," she answers
A Splice of LifeDavid and Neil entered the clinic, hand in hand. They were so excited they'd found a program that would allow them to have a child with both of their DNA, a privilege that was only available to heterosexual couples until a few months ago.
"Welcome to A Splice of Life," the receptionist greeted.
"We'd like to have our DNA spliced together," Neil said.
"Take these cups and put your name on them then go into one of the empty rooms and fill them with your ejaculate. When you're done, put the lid on the cup and place it in the fridge," the nurse explained. The two men went into separate rooms and filled the cups as directed.
They were taken into an office and given a long form to fill out with every kind of DNA that could be manipulated listed. They had to choose which ones they wanted from each person to be included in the splicing. When they finished, they handed the form to the nurse.
"You've read the literature and understand all the possible outcomes?" the nurse asked. Even though they