- Sandi Layne | @sandyquill
- A.J. Walker | @zevonesque
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Cari Oleskewicz | @Carilynn72
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Anna Lund | @AnnaLund2011
- Anne Chowdhury | @TwiAddictAnne
- Louisa Bacio | @Louisabacio
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Lisa McCourt Hollar | @jezri1
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
- Cate Derham | @Cate_Derham
- Bokerah | @msbbrumley
Lisa McCourt Hollar | @jezri1
George says: This was a really creepy tale, I felt the isolation and being alone hearing the ticking of the clock as your time was running up. This was a tough choice because for a while I felt that it was the winning tale. The change was because I questioned “why would she be spared?” Because if ravenous zombies are mindlessly killing people for food why leave a defenseless individual behind. But it was a close thing.
Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
George says: Love the tale. Truly has a sense of when nature has your back you keeping looking forward. Fun imagery, the humans were the scarier group. Interested in seeing the can of furry whoop-ass that is about to unfold on the unsuspecting humans.
Bokerah | @msbbrumley
George says: Great tale. Will never think of the four winds the same way, go wind power. The tale was fun, magical and well done. I felt satisfied as I finished reading it.
Cari Oleskewicz | @Carilynn72
George says: Her tale was a great one. What captured me most was the little girl who became the mouse clenching onto the few things that meant the world to her.
The girl inspected the modest pile of treasures she had collected. She arranged and re-arranged everything she found; a small pile of safety pins, two mismatched earrings, a bolt that spun off some tire, a dirty sock.
“Why can’t we go back for my dolls?” she asked.
“Because,” her mother said, eyes darting up and down the street. “They would come.”
“But what about those little oranges? The coming times.”
“Yeah, the clementines. Can’t we have those?”
“No, baby, we can’t go back there. Please stop picking up trash from the road.”
“Why? Why can’t we go back?”
“Because they would come.”
The mother glanced at the child, trying not to lose patience. She was too young to understand the hunt, to know that going back meant danger. Almost as much danger as stopping now.
“Alright, leave all that stuff here. We’re going to try to make it across the lake, to the other side of the water. Do you see those boats there, near the wooden building?”
“Stay in the trees and be very quiet, as quiet as you can be.”
“Like a mouse.”
“Yes, like a mouse. And hold my hand.”
They moved stealthily, purposefully. They were quiet like mice and within just a few feet of a perfect hiding place. Something for the long term, where they could breathe for a second and make a plan.
In the girl’s little fist, all her treasures were bunched. They would come.
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