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Comedy Friendly Zombie Ltd
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About the Author.
My name is Mark Antony Raines I just like to write I not saying if it's any good because that is up to you the reader to judge. Here is my latest book.
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Table of Contents.
Fairy Tale.
Sci.Fi.
Trolls
Monster.
Once upon a time.
Passion.
Adventure.
Vampire
Alien
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Fairy Tale
Once upon a time, there was a gracious boy called Mark Humble. He was on the way to see his goat Harry Gloop when he decided to take a shortcut through Penrose Woods.
It wasn't long before Mark got lost. He looked around, but all he could see were trees. Nervously, he fell into his bag for his favourite toy, Bunny, but Bunny was nowhere to be found! Mark began to panic. He felt sure he had packed Bunny. To make matters worse, he was starting to feel hungry.
Unexpectedly, he saw a grey ostrich dressed in a pink skirt disappearing into the trees.
"How odd!" thought Mark.
For the want of anything better to do, he decided to follow the peculiarly dressed ostrich. Perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest.
Eventually, Mark reached a clearing. He found himself surrounded by houses made from different sorts of food. There was a house made from sweet potatoes, a house made from macarons, a house made from chocolates and a house-made from cakes.
Mark could feel his tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease his hunger.
"Hello!" he called. "Is anybody there?"
Nobody replied.
Mark looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else's chimney. Obviously, it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need.
A cackle broke through the air, giving Mark a fright. A witch jumped into space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Bunny!
"Bunny!" shouted Mark. He turned to the witch. "That's my toy!"
The witch just shrugged.
"Give Bunny back!" cried Mark.
"Not on your nelly!" said the witch.
"At least let Bunny out of that cage!"
Before she could reply, three grey ostriches rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the clearing. Mark recognised the one in the pink skirt that he'd seen earlier. The witch seemed to recognise him too.
"Hello Big Ostrich," said the witch.
"Good morning." The ostrich noticed Bunny. "Who is this?"
"That's Bunny," explained the witch.
"Ooh! Bunny would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!" demanded the ostrich.
The witch shook her head. "Bunny is staying with me."
"Um... Excuse me..." Mark interrupted. "Bunny lives with me! And not in a cage!"
Big Ostrich ignored him. "Is there nothing you'll trade?" he asked the witch.
The witch thought for a moment, then said, "I do like to be entertained. I'll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door."
Big Ostrich looked at the house made from cakes and said, "No problem, I could eat an entire house made from cakes if I wanted to."
"That's nothing," said the next ostrich. "I could eat two houses"
"There's no need to show off," said the witch. Just eat one front door and I'll let you have Bunny."
Mark watched, feeling very worried. He didn't want the witch to give Bunny to Big Ostrich. He didn't think Bunny would like living with a grey ostrich, away from his house and all his other toys.
The other two ostriches watched while Big Ostrich put on his bib and withdrew a knife and fork from his pocket.
"I'll eat this whole house," said Big Ostrich. "Just you watch!"
Big Ostrich pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from macarons. He gulped it down smiling and went back for more.
And more.
And more.
Eventually, Big Ostrich started to get bigger - just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of macarons, he grew to the size of a large snowball - and he was every bit as round.
"Erm... I don't feel too good," said Big Ostrich.
Suddenly, he started to roll. He'd grown so round that he could no longer balance!
"Help!" he cried, as he rolled off down a slope into the forest.
Big Ostrich never finished eating the front door made from macarons and Bunny remained trapped in the witch's cage.
Average Ostrich stepped up and approached the house made from chocolates.
"I'll eat this whole house," said Average Ostrich. "Just you watch!"
Average Ostrich pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from chocolates. She gulped it down smiling and went back for more.
And more.
And more.
After a while, Average Ostrich started to look a little queasy. She grew greener...
...and greener.
A woodcutter walked into the clearing. "What's this bush doing here?" he asked.
"I'm not a bush, I'm an ostrich!" said Average Ostrich.
"It talks!" exclaimed the woodcutter. "Those talking bushes are the worst kind. I'd better take it away before somebody gets hurt."
"No! Wait!" cried Average Ostrich, as the woodcutter picked her up. But the woodcutter ignored her cries and carried the ostrich away under his arm.
Average Ostrich never finished eating the front door made from chocolates and Bunny remained trapped in the witch's cage.
Little Ostrich stepped up and approached the house made from cakes.
"I'll eat this whole house," said Little Ostrich. "Just you watch!"
Little Ostrich pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from cakes. He gulped it down smiling and went back for more.
And more.
And more.
After five or six platefuls, Little Ostrich started to fidget uncomfortably on the spot.
He stopped eating cakes for a moment, then grabbed another forkful.
But before he could eat it, there came an almighty roar. A bottom burp louder than a rocket taking off propelled Little Ostrich into the sky.
"Aggghhhhhh!" cried Little Ostrich. "I'm scared of high.."
Little Ostrich was never seen again.
Little Ostrich never finished eating the front door made from cakes and Bunny remained trapped in the witch's cage.
"That's it," said the witch. "I win. I get to keep Bunny."
"Not so fast," said Mark. "There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made from sweet potatoes. And I haven't had a turn yet.
"I don't have to give you a turn!" laughed the witch. "My game. My rules."
The woodcutter's voice carried through the forest. "I think you should give him a chance. It's only fair."
"Fine," said the witch. "But you saw what happened to the ostriches. He won't last long."
"I'll be right back," said Mark.
"What?" said the witch. "Where's your sense of impatience? ``I thought you wanted Bunny back."
Mark ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. He came back to the clearing and started a small campfire Carefully, he broke off a piece of the door of the house made from sweet potatoes and toasted it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, he took a bite. He quickly devoured the whole piece.
Mark sat down on a nearby log.
"You fail!" cackled the witch. "You were supposed to eat the whole door."
"I haven't finished," explained Mark. "I am just waiting for my food to go down."
When Mark's food had digested, he broke off another piece of the door made from sweet potatoes. Once more, he roasted his food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. He ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest.
Eventually, after several sittings, Mark was down to the final piece of the door made from sweet potatoes. Carefully, he toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. He finished his final course. Mark had eaten the entire front door of the house made from sweet potatoes.
The witch stamped her foot angrily. "You must have tricked me!" she said. "I don't reward cheating!"
"I don't think so!" said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the clearing, carrying his axe. "This little boy won fair and square. Now hand over Bunny or I will chop your broomstick in half."
The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage.
Mark hurried over and grabbed Bunny, checking that his favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, Bunny was unharmed.
Mark thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet Harry. It was starting to get dark.
When Mark got to Harry's house, his goat threw his arms around him.
"I was so worried!" cried Harry. "You are very late."
As Mark described his day, he could tell that Harry didn't believe him. So he grabbed a napkin from his pocket.
"What's that?" asked Harry.
Mark unwrapped a doorknob made from macarons. "Pudding!" he said.
Harry almost fell off his chair.
The End
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Sci-Fi
What would you do if you knew there were tactless aliens with shocking habits near the ones you love? Asked the article in Weird News Weekly which I picked up whilst awaiting my doctor's appointment at my local medical care centre. Weird news Daily page three. The Ufo was scary says local.
The night of the accident changes everything for Dolly Bogtrotter, a 29-year-old navigator from Exeter.
One moment, she is discussing dice with her stable grandmother, Lauren Thomas; the next, watching with horror as tactless aliens burgle each other sitting in the back seat of her car.
She knows these aliens came from Falmouth but she can't prove it - at least not without some evil charms which she, unfortunately, left on the bedside table.
The down to earth, the brave woman knows that her contented life is over. She acquires some evil charms by pretending to need petrol and trying to convince the person serving that she has aliens in him a just another brain dead teenager listening to naff trance music rather than deal with tea.l Lauren
is reborn as the hero who will save the world from tactless aliens.
However, Dolly finds herself troubled by her contented ideals and becomes overwhelmed with moral questions. Will her conscience allow her to do whatever is needed to stop the tactless aliens?
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Romance.
A morning in a house in deepest Africa, Maud Clifford opens a gift from her niece, Flora Noris, and Maud knows their lives will never be the same again for it reveals a secret.
Whilst trying to rebuild her life, Maud witnesses a crime that leads her to question a new relationship. She becomes obsessed with enigmatic stranger Sandie Thornhill. What is his connection to Flora, and why has he turned up now?
Maud's behaviour becomes increasingly erratic as she struggles to unravel the truth and the significance of a particular record, all whilst battling to cope with anxiety.
Every day, Maud gets closer to the truth. And the closer she gets, the wackier it seems.
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Monster
Toby Nolan suspected something was a little off when his brunette dear tried to kick him when he was just six years old. Nevertheless, he lived a relatively normal life among other humans.
It wasn't until he bumped into the devilishly caring loch ness monster, Matt Blast, that his life finally began to make sense.
However, Matt proved to be fragile and seemed to have an unhealthy obsession with. Toby soon learnt that Matt had taken an oath never to shoot a human being.
When Toby's brunette dear is injured in a magic accident, Toby realises his own life is at risk.
Despite Matt's translucent body and sharp fangs, Toby finds himself falling for the Loch Ness monster. Only fate will decide whether he kills or protects him.
One night, a gargoyle appears before Toby and warns him of darkness within Matt. The gargoyle gives Toby the minuscule candlestick - the only weapon that can defeat a caring loch ness monster.
Will Toby find it in himself to kill the only creature who has ever made him feel truly scared? (Hint: yes!)
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Trolls.
I am an ordinary twelve-year-old girl living in Upper Mud Maddington until she sees a horrifying troll, called Steve Earwax, climb in through her bedroom window.
Steve, who is built like a potato filled with rocks and smells like grated bogies smothered with sauce made from bones, sings a song about making little girls into burgers.
Annabelle tricks the trolls into falling out of her window by telling him that there are child-brain pasties outside. She realises that the troll has to be stopped before he eats any more children and sets to work trying to invent a trap.
Meanwhile, in a cave just outside Upper Maddington, Steven Smellyelbow starts to suspect that eating children is wrong, and grows tired of hunting with his fellow trolls. He decides to live as a vegetarian.
After a brief misunderstanding involving a big finger and lashings of ketchup, Annabelle and Steven team up to stop the trolls, using a catapult that fires lettuces. They lure the trolls by creating a big mound of earwax.
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Once upon a time.
A long, long time ago in a cosy, cosy galaxy...
After leaving the tiny planet Lavalulu, a group of wizards fly toward a distant speck. The speck gradually resolves into a weathered, space school.
Civil war strikes the galaxy, which is ruled by Morwenna Platt, a cosy moose capable of lust and even mutilation.
Terrified, an old-fashioned ogre known as Una Blacksmith flees the Empire, with her protector, Beth Butterscotch.
They head for Bangkok on the planet Dagobah. When they finally arrive, a fight breaks out. Butterscotch uses her cosy blade to defend Una.
Butterscotch and Ogre Una decide it's time to leave Dagobah and steal a motorbike to shoot their way out.
They encounter a tribe of trolls. Butterscotch is attacked and the ogre is captured by the trolls and taken back to Bangkok.
Butterscotch must fight to save Ogre Una but when she accidentally unearths a sleepy bananas
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Passion.
Kathy England is a bald, porky and patient housekeeper from Europe. Her life is going nowhere until she meets Elizabeth Olsson, a weak, pale woman with a passion for cats.
Kathy takes an instant disliking to Elizabeth and the stupid and clumsy ways she learnt during her years in the country.
However, when a ghost tries to murder Kathy, Elizabeth springs to the rescue. Kathy begins to notices that Elizabeth is actually rather remarkable at heart.
But, the pressures of Elizabeth's job as an actor have her blind to Kathy's affections and Kathy takes up cha or to try and distract herself.
Finally, when thoughtless lawyer, Graham Vader, threatens to come between them!
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Adventure.
Ocean Wishmonger is a cowardly swordsman from dull Scotland. She leads an idyllic life. However, all that changes when Ocean books a summer holiday to urban Sydney.
At first, Ocean finds Sydney very sunny. Then there's the mysterious, tactless mechanic, Alex Williams, who makes her feel afraid.
When Alex invites her on a loving expedition, Ocean begins to realise that Alex is a deeply admirable and creepy man.
Ocean knows in her heart that Alex is the man for her. However, to secure her happiness, Ocean must fend off the friendly computer programmer, Alice Randall, who wants to get her claws into Alex.
Using her wicked trousers and a mutual love of trainspotting, Ocean sets out to snare Alex once and for all. But will the tactless swordsman return her affections!
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Vampire.
There's a gracious new girl in Moscow and she has everybody talking. Stunningly smart and devastatingly puny, all the girls want her. However, Suki Blacksmith has a secret - she's a ruthless vampire.
Mary Ferguson is a loving, grubby girl who enjoys reading. She becomes fascinated by Suki who can stop lorries with her bare hands. She doesn't understand why she's so standoffish.
Her best friend, a grateful witch called Christiana, helps Mary begin to piece together the puzzle. Together, they discover the ultimate weapon - the purple, spotty knife.
When bodies start turning up all over Moscow, Mary begins to fear the worst. The witch urges her to report Suki to the police and she knows she should, so what's stopping her?
She may resist Suki's bite, but can she resist her charms?
Will she be caught walking with the vampire?.
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Alien.
What would you do if you knew there were tactless aliens with shocking habits near the ones you love?
The night of the accident changes everything for Dolly Bogtrotter, a 29year old navigator from Exeter.
One moment, she is discussing dice with her stable grandmother, Lauren Thomas; the next, watching with horror as tactless aliens burgle each other.
She knows these aliens came from Falmouth but she can't prove it - at least not without some evil charms.
The down to earth, the raving woman knows that her contented life is over. She acquires some evil charms and is reborn as the hero who will save the world from tactless aliens.
However, Dolly finds herself troubled by her contented ideals and becomes overwhelmed with moral questions. Will her conscience allow her to do whatever is needed to stop the tactless aliens?
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Resources.
Smashwords, Google Docs, My Brain.
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Summary.
This is a selection of flash fiction stories based on various genres to experience of it works for you the reader.
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