Feasting Fiends

A Creative October Tale


Dyllan Charles-Pierre, Author

I saw some skeletons in my room eating some chicken. I mean, what’s the point? It falls straight through them, but I get it: they are bony and want some meat.

Of course after that, I went to the kitchen for a midnight snack, and – just my luck – I find zombies feasting on brains. WOW. I know they eat brains because they have none, but why not eat arms? I wonder why they didn’t think of that. Oh wait, it’s because they have no brains.