Here's a drabble I wrote a while back.

Arthur's wife, Yvon, had the zombie infection. The greening skin made it impossible to hide, but it could be slowed. They abstained from physical contact. The scientists working on the cure didn't know why, but this slowed the spread of the infection in the body. Even a small touch accelerated it by days. Arthur watched his wife slowly emaciate and wither and he could not give her the comfort of his arms. She would not attack him, she would just diminish in body, then in mind. When Arthur became infected, it didn't matter anymore. They made love one last time.

I submitted it to the Drabblecast forums with good response.

I'm going to revive this site. I've moved it to my top level domain, will be renaming it, and hope to once again generate some extra income with it. Wish me the best!

I am not planning on updating this site much more, if at all. I've been working on other writing projects. Fear not! I will be launching a new site soon, still with the Space Turtle name. It will feature longer stories, possibly short flash fiction like here, and a podcast of said fiction. It is still floundering while I finish up NaNoWriMo, but once that is done, I'm going to focus on giving it wings. You shall be informed, good reader, when this happens.

Ok, who is the sick-o that decided Stephen King's "N." would have 25 episodes, and end on the 29th. 25+29 make 54, does that shut the door?

Everyone wants to sell things these days the easy way, without a permit. It is my job to make sure this does not happen. We really don't need unlicensed goods roaming the streets, ending up in who knows what hands for who knows what purpose. The tax consequences alone are a good enough reason, as well. No making money under the table when I am around. If you so much as write down an idea to sell something I'll be on you, watching. The time has come for righting these crimes, starting with that little girl at her lemonade stand.

Are you too skinny? Can't seem to gain those few extra pounds you need? A new blending of cosmetics and science may be just what you need. Apparently, the gas from whale flatulence can be harvested by special airplanes. The gas is then mixed into cosmetic lotions that can help you gain those extra few pounds.

The airplanes are equipped with sonar that is specially calibrated to hunt for whales. Sonar buoys are dropped into the water. These listen and can pinpoint whale locations. The plane then follows the whale, skimming just above the water. When the telltale ring water disturbance hits the surface, the plane activates special air intakes that harvest the gas right as it breaks the surface of the water.

When the gas is mixed into the lotion, called Whale Soft Skin Enhancer, it binds chemically to the special formula. When the lotion is applied to the skin, it causes the fat cells to build up under the surface of the skin. This lotion has been used to great result in malnourished children and in prank products such as Funny Fat.

More information on whale flatulence can be found at this site.

This is having fun with an episode of Phil Rossi's Notes From The Vault.

Image used under creative commons license. Original image taken by shellipsm.

Nintendo has released some information about the upcoming Xena: Deadly Chakram for the Nintendo Wii. This game features a new way to use the Wiimote controller. Along with the game itself there will be a rubber chakram that the Wiimote will fit into, like the Mario Kart wheel. When enemies come onto the screen, the player can throw the Wiimote chakram at the screen. If it hits the enemy, the enemy is killed. Because the chakram is made of rubber, it will bounce back to the player. Initial play testing of this game was exciting and we can't wait to try the finished product.

A Reuters article says that a man claims that Subway baked a knife into the bread of his sandwich. He is suing for a million bucks. According to the article, a colleague called Subway to complain, but they never apologized. I don't see what the problem is here. What did they need to apologize for anyways? He got what he wanted. What do you expect when you order a "Cold Cut Trio." He should only have had reason to complain if the knife was hot, and not cold, as the name suggests. People will sue for anything these days.

The necromancer raised his robed arms, gnarled hands pointing towards the void between stars. Purple light snaked from his mouth with evil incantations. The purple light encircled headstones. Earth acquiesced to rising dead. Dusty moans and bony chattering marched towards the stronghold.

Bony soldiers advanced, bones creaking, arrows loosed from the walls of the stronghold. The shafts passed through ribs or glanced off hardened skulls. By magic, they climbed the walls. Boiling oil was poured, covering the skeletons. The bones were turned black and the old joints ceased creaking. They sealed their doom by unwittingly creating black, silent ninja skeletons.