adventures

“ The secret is the spices... ”
He shouldn’t of hit her that hard...It was mostly the bourbon..well she couldn’t make it all the way to town on the old tractor,and things would be better in the morning.Thank god the farm was so isolated
Farmer John Anderson felt that nothing would keep him warm during the long cold nights between growing seasons like a mail-order bride from Thailand.It works old real well for the first year.She didn’t take to the language real well,but she could sure pickle them cucumbers like no one in the state.She even took first prize at two state fairs,and people were driving all the way in from the cities just to get some of the legendary pickles,or the addictive Thai pickle salsa.As his wife's legendary pickling prowess became more famous the relationship moved away from the bliss that had been a multi-cultural American gothic to a minor rivalry then constant arguments.
Late that night,John woke up hardly able to move as every muscle was drawn taught and painfully strained.He could see that he was in the barn laying in a rusted out aluminum canoe.he was breathing a strange fluid that had spices suspended in it.
Now every harvest season he digs himself out of the ground,knowing only that he must harvest the cucumbers every night until just before dawn.At least now he is not so lonely,as five other people now seem to share the same conviction,even if they are not that talkative.
The ins is wondering how one tiny woman could manage her pickle empire alone.the first car they sent out never reported back.
The wife has recruited five other zombies from unfortunate customers,and people looking for work.her understanding of spoken English is not very good,but better then she would let anyone one know,but her understanding of written English is very good.she has grow tall rows of corn on the outside of her property,while cucumbers are grow closer to the house so she can control her workers better,and keep them secret.the first ins car was buried by the zombies under some vacant land,and well concealed.the ins inspectors have now joined the harvest.She is currently arranging to bring relatives in from Thailand to help with the business end of things that the zombies can’t do.She has also set up a cousin with an internet introduction site that she is planning to use to extend the racket.

every one knows object oriented design,and black magic donÕt mix well,but often clear logic is not the survivor in corporate boardroom debates. A major software company was facing increasing scrutiny from the government,and looking at being broken up for diabolical business practices.the only hope for the company was in overthrowing the government.the new 2002 operating system was ready to go,all that was needed was to add subliminal messages in the wall paper,and error noises,and maybe add a bug or virus here and there,then global domination would be on itÕs way. Things were working very well,the blood sacrifices around the servers went off without a hitch.people all started playing the same games for hours on end becoming paler and paler, they wrote their congressmen,until some one thought that one of the congressmen was more then a little tasty... the c.e.o. has constructed one of the most expensive private residences in the history of his country.it is all designed from strange materials to channel energy to his throne of human bone,where he will weild untold power. the charaters were working on documentary for bbc on the amish,and now they must face the zombie horror using the only tools available to them.