Dinner is Served | Menu 4
Hope you stocked up on the Tums,
'cause we stalked up on the killer fiction, and now we're ready to cram it down your throats! That's right, ten twisted tales of terror served with a few visual tasters and a tease of poetry.
We have a three course meal for you this go 'round.
Enjoy...
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The Muse
Once upon a day quite wicked
On this poem you double-click-ed
To read of Poe and ghouls and birds.
Need we to say another word?
The Raven
A Visual Tasting
Sex Sea
Let Ms. Caperton take you to the Sex Sea, where she'll stroke your troubles away to the soothing rhythm of the waves...
Youth
Hey! If you wanna learn the secret to eternal life, Grandpa is right over by that well, and he's got something real important to tell you. Lean in close now...
The Driving Dead
Buckle up, bonehead, 'cause The Driving Dead are out in droves, and your turn signal's been blinking for the last 30 miles.
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A Hitchcock Teaser
Shhhh! Don't let Mother know that Leon...I mean Norman...has a few guests in one of the cabins, and he's just dying to share A Hitchcock Teaser with them...
Peep Eye by Clanfo Reman
A Visual Tasting
Neurosis
We're not neurotic or anything...no really, we're not...at all...ever...and we will prepare a list of reasons and logical arguments to prove it as soon as you read Ms. Weekes' story!
Head Roll
A Visual Tasting
Four Bullets
Arg! Another damned zombie outbreak, and Mr. Young leaves us with only Four Bullets. Who says death is boring?
A Place in the Dark
We'll be careful not to misdirect you, but if you step this way, we'd like to take you to A Place in the Dark, where paranoia skittles over brittle bones.
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An Open Apology to the Arizona Cardinals
A cursed fan offers An Open Apology to the Arizona Cardinals for his streak of bad luck and the fact that they won Superbowl XLIII.
Dark Justice
A couple of hardboiled detectives work the hot trail of a cold-blooded killer who administers his own Dark Justice.
Was It a Dream?
Another classic tale from M. de Maupassant, and oh so magnifique for a dreary Valentine to you, our dear children...
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