One Dimension Over: Zombies, Werewolves, and the Supernatural

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by Austyn Shull


  None of us disagreed and our decision was unanimous. Get rid of the killers.

  All twenty members of my family have taken a bullet to the head seconds ago by their own hands, and now, I must.

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  “Sure the belief of werewolves is hard to believe, but the carrying of the werewolf virus, that’s logical.”

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  “Re-made Spell”

  (One final tiny story for this volume. I hope you’ve enjoyed these short-short stories. My newer stories are much longer, so these will be the last of the super short stories.)

  Most everyone is told at an early age that black magic is never to be used. Michael Strawbusk was told this too. However, it was never his intention to use black magic. He was merely writing a movie.

  One normal sunny day, Michael began writing a movie script about the life of a witch. In it he described potions, the life style, and among many other things, spells. All of which he made up himself. He had watched enough witch movies that it was easy for him to mimic how a spell should be worded. However, unknown to Michael, one spell he had created was a real-life spell; the spell to bring back the dead.

  He had intended it as a love spell. He was unaware that each time the spell is spoken, a dead person is awakened. Michael is the kind of guy who reads his work out loud as he writes it and re-reads it.

  During that night, he spoke the spell over fifty times. Fifty dead people were awoken in his town that night.

  That morning he was awoken to see ten soulless corpses hunched over his family members, tearing at their bodies with their teeth and nails. Blood was splattered all over the house, and body parts were lying in the door way.

  Frightened and nearly in shock, Michael walked over to the slightly open door and peered out. Only to see broken windows, dead bodies, blood soaked cars, and porches sprinkled with blood and body parts, and more zombies heading towards him from all directions.

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  “Be careful what you make up, it could be true.”

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