Zombie In The Kitchen



A 100 word story . . .

Zombie In The Kitchen

It was the smell Keira noticed first: like a rotting mouse under the floorboards. Pungent wafts of air wrapped themselves around her throat, making her gag.

Working in a soup kitchen, she encountered many people with hygiene issues, but this took it to another level. As she turned to face the poor soul in need of nourishment, she froze. Her jaw dropped and the pot she was holding crashed to the floor.

Open sores and rotting flesh lurched forward, and the bite, when it came, delivered warm darkness. When light returned, all that mattered was finding her next meal.


The New Home

I wrote this piece of flash as a response to the challenge of writing a 100 word story.

Frail Hands


The New Home

Breaking glass shatters my thoughts.

“Who’s there?”

Silence. My heart thrums, reverberating inside my head. Why are they torturing me? Grabbing Steve’s baseball thingy, I creep toward the sound.

The cooking room, that’s where they are. I push the door open and catch her red-handed. “Stay where you are, I’m calling the police!”

“Mum, it’s me, Claire. Put the bat away.”

“No, stop trying to trick me. You’re here to—“ The words get lost somewhere inside my mind. Why can’t I remember?

“Oh, Mum. Let’s get you to bed. You’re just over-excited about your new home.”