“Ouch!” He shouted as the bee stung him. He swelled up and suffocated. As he reached the light and felt excited that he was going to heaven, the light went out and so did he. Worm food, he was nothing more now, but worm food.
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!!
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