.Zombies Don’t Gobble
A Living Dead Thanksgiving Poem
By Rusty Fischer, author of Zombies Don’t Cry
This is a work of fiction. All of the names, characters, places and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or, if real, are used fictitiously.
.Zombies Don’t Gobble
The table was set The candles aglow; When at the front door Three zombies did show.
“Who could that be knocking?” Poor Mother did pout. “Probably Mindy’s boyfriend,” My Father did shout....
Some nouns can be formed by taking another noun or verb and either adding letters,
removing letters or a combination of both. This is especially common when we are talking
about jobs and occupations (for example: sail - sailor).
There are no rules which tell you how each word changes. You must learn each one
The removal or addition of letters occasionally changes the pronunciation of parts of the
Every project in the book can really move! Origami in Action presents 39 actions origami models that are as animated as they are exquisite. Each project is complete with clear step-by-step diagrams, instructions, and a photograph of the finished model. Included are such traditional favorites as the cootie catcher and the waterbomb, as well as some modern novelties
The brain is a physical organ just like the heart or lungs or liver and, as such, its functioning can be
affected by our environment, particularly the substances we put in our bodies. I first became aware of
smart drugs from an article in Omni magazine some twenty years ago while I was attending college.
It was also at that time that I was becoming aware of health foods, and the article so impressed me
that, while other students were taking speed and No-Doz to cram for exams, I was gobbling hand-fuls
of vitamins. While my approach was undoubtedly too haphazard and belated to have...
So I had a headache. The grandfather of all headaches. You try working
on the roof line sometime, with the presses grinding and the overhead
cranes wailing and the mechanical arms clacking and grabbing at your
inner skull while you snap a shiny sheet of steel like an armored pillowcase
and shove it into the maw of a hungry greasy ogre. Noise. Hammering,
pounding, shrieking, gobbling, yammering, incessant noise. And I
had a headache.