The scarecrow was moving. Bill was sure of it. He walked over to it carefully, hoping he was wrong. As he stood under it, the scarecrow grabbed him and ate his brain! The zombie on the stand was full and happy.
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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