Suddenly you hear it—a little knock at the door. Soft and slow, near the bottom. After a moment, there’s a tiny cough.
A lurid purple appendage stretched out of the thing’s mouth, rolling like an alien tuber towards the tuna, sucking it up and catching the ceramic plate on fire.
There’s so little to eat, the icebox is empty
Is it too much to ask to dine with a friend?
Arturo’s body was never found, and that was all well and good because after getting chased around by that chainsaw-wielding maniac, he could have really used a break.
And the neighbors glared at you, of course, because they think it’s your fault.
She wandered for what seemed like forever, picking through the racks of skull skulptures and skull wine holders, skull key chains, skull mandolins, skull chaise lounges, skull guillotines, skull pendulums, skull jack-in-the-boxes.
The new principal of Walter Leet Memorial High School, Dr. Boyle, did not eat any of the doughnuts. The first time she lifted up the lid of that yellow box to peer inside, she felt a bristling at the back of her neck. A strange dread came creeping over her that could not be explained by mere wariness of pre-diabetes.