Haiku- 3 Looks at Taste

Taste of sweet honey

 Dropped across your naked flesh

Pleasures exploding

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Taste of hot coffee

Caffeinated rocket blast

Helps to start the day

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Taste of human flesh

Monster feeding greedily

Upon its victim

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For more prompts like “taste” go here: Haiku Horizons

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Tuesdays with Mike and The Mike Beem Chronicles (3/28/2017): A Zombie New Year’s Eve

This short story is about Becky and Joe who are separated in a Zombie Apocalypse and risk life and limb in order to reunite for their New Year’s Eve kiss.

4 out of 5 stars: Short story of love and hope

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This is one of the stories in The Mike Beem Chronicles that I feel should get a little more love. I have another short story called Need to Feed that I also feel the same way about. I honestly don’t know why neither one of them doesn’t get more reviews or more reads. I feel both of these stories are some of my better ones. I guess the opinion is in the mind of the reader. Okay, so onto an excerpt. Enjoy.

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A thump pulled him out of his thoughts. It came from somewhere deep inside the house. This didn’t sound like a zombie thump. This sounded like something else, something with more of a coordinated skill. He decided it might be time to check things out, to make sure the house was safe for him to be in for just a little while. He shouldered his backpack and loaded his gun. He grabbed the kerosene lamp and stepped out of the bathroom, which was covered in a white wallpaper.

He turned right and made his way back toward the kitchen. While he walked, he noticed the walls were filled with all kinds of family pictures. He shined his light over these images that were sitting in a cold house in dusty frames. He could trace this family through the years by looking at these photographs. It made him sad to see what this Zombie Apocalypse had destroyed, so he stopped looking and focused in on the exploration.

He stopped when he reached a small passageway that joined two rooms. The room on his right was the kitchen; the one on his left was a large dining room. He shined the light around the dining room for a moment, big table, lots of plush chairs, chandelier in the center of the ceiling, mirror on the wall, and a large window that was currently shuttered up. He turned to leave, and that’s when he heard it. He turned around, held the light up so he could see the chandelier. It sparkled and gleamed, and it was moving. Not wildly back and forth, but enough to make it clink and rattle.

A zombie thumped against the house causing Joe to jump. He took one last look at the chandelier, and then made his way back into the hall. He walked to the end of it and stopped. He shined the light in either direction. This new passageway went left to a front door and right into a large living room. In front of him was a large office, complete with all the necessary home office equipment.

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If you want to find out what happens from here, check out the links above. Thanks for stopping by. Next week with Mike: A Zombie Thanksgiving.

Golden Pirate Wednesday

I thought I would get back to talking about my two novels this month. I hope you enjoyed my short stories last month. Today, I want to highlight a section that is a bit racier in the book. Yes, this book is full of ghosts, pirates, slime creatures, and various other dark things, but there is romance as well, if you can call this romance. It is more of a cheap moment in a car, but I digress. Here’s the passage.

They had a quick breakfast, very small talk, and then it was off to the outlet malls.

Myrtle Beach may be known for its beaches and its golf courses and its family themed attractions, but it is also known for its outlet malls. Women flock there GOLDENlike birds heading south in the winter. It’s the radar – the shopping radar that brings them in.

Parson found a spot to park amongst the hordes of cars. It looked like the parking lot to a concert or a sporting event. It was crazy with crowds and activities.

“Okay Angie, where should we go first?”

“How about we try the back seat? I saw the rocket in your pocket back at the hotel. I figure you need it about as bad as I do.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” She scrambled back there and started to take off clothes. Cars and shoppers, families were walking by, and Angie was about half-way from decent to non decent.

Parson spied a place across the parking lot. Spaces as wide open as the Montana sky line. He turned on the engine as Angie grabbed the waist band to her underwear. She wasn’t stopping. He nearly hit a car as he backed up without looking. His mind was blank. A horn blared, and Angie laughed. In the rear view Parson could see she was now waving her white cotton panties – completely naked and starting without him.

Parson managed to get the car over to no man’s land without hitting anything. A small miracle since his penis had taken over. When he was sure the coast was clear, he hopped into the backseat; and for the next ten minutes – what’s that saying – if the car’s a rocking don’t come a knocking.

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