The man said to his wife, “I’m hungry.” So she lower her turtleneck sweater and he drank a pint or two of her blood. “Thanks, I needed that,” he said, smiling. “No problem, let’s go shopping,” she said.
I'm a pulp fiction writer (mostly horror)I write pulp novelettes about zombies, killers, speculative futures, and some non-horror genres. But this blog is for promoting my book THE HARVESTING ROOM and giving my personal opinions on Palin and the ever scary Tea Pary Movement. THE HARVESTING ROOM is a fictional look at what would happen if these loons ever get control of the Government of the United States. It's a pulp speculative novelette. Go to my facebook fan site or author site and pick up a book or two!!