Fiction

Hunger

He was called, in the southwest where his reputation spread, Lean Wolf. And in those places, where desperation is a familiar companion, it was clear why. But his was not a want of material wealth, nor even a want of basic sustenance. For he prowled the byways and backwoods and the highways like his namesake, and like his namesake, was cunning, and like his namesake, had what he needed from the land, and from the lesser creatures. Also like his namesake, he was feared, and rumor flared about him, calling him many dark things, though by and large he was not so.

In truth, Lean Wolf was a man, like many others, but one who knew his hunger and grew close to it, like a lover. It was in the early days his strength, and in later days, a trusted friend.

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Zombie Gangnam Style

A little bit of silliness to start the day:

I was researching proper punctuation with quotation marks, and found these examples:

Bob snorted and said, “I don’t believe in zombies”―right before thirty of them emerged from the tunnel.

Her favorite song was “Gangnam Style”; she spent weeks trying to learn the dance.

Kind of mundane, in the end. I think they could be spruced up a bit:

Bob snorted and said, “I don’t believe in zombies”―right before thirty of them emerged from the tunnel. Their favorite song was “Gangnam Style,” and they had spent weeks trying to learn the dance.

I’m envisioning a gaggle of K-pop-loving undead eager to come out to the world. They decide the best way to do so would be to put together a group choreography, maybe get it filmed and put online in the hopes it’ll go viral, so they work it out and practice and practice and practice, making sure to get all the steps just right. They even find the perfect rehearsal space—a cold, underground room off an abandoned tunnel, where they won’t disturb anyone or be disturbed themselves, and where decomposition will be limited. They work hard, and finally, after weeks, they’re ready to emerge and show the world what they’ve got. And then, when they do, what happens? People like Bob are stunned and everyone thinks there’s a zombie outbreak and panics.

Those poor, rotting souls.