The turn

Sheets covered in gore
The blood flowed free
Walking with the dead
Through the misted trees

Nervous as I walk
They moan and groan
Limbs drop as leaves
My chances are blown

Legs stumble and fall
I scream in shock
The creatures they come
Starting to flock

My body is stone
I lay frozen in fear
The dead draw closer
My eyes shed a tear

They grasp and grab
Fingers tear deep inside
Internal blood flows free
My life is denied

The tear and they eat
Flesh ripped from bone
My screams sound so weak
I can never go home

My life is over
My body is empty
The dead lust is sated
Nothing left but a testi

An undead March
My moan joins their tone
We walk on in the night
I want flesh on the bone

Work musings

So yesterday at work three words popped into my head....
Flesh to plastic.

I wrote them in my ideas pad, not knowing  what or where they sprung from.
Then throughout the rest of the day I pondered them.
Underneath those 3 words I then preceded to write...
Teacher?
Torture?
Terror?
In that order.
And so my idea evolved.

What if a serial killer had kidnapped someone, then Stockholm syndrome sets in and they end up taking them on as a student.
Bringing home victims to his/her protégé and teaching them torture.

But then I thought what if the killer was actually a teacher? What if it wasn't one person he was teaching, but a class of prospective killers?
A school for serial killers?

What would happen if the exams were so harsh that whoever got the lowest grade was used in the next test? Survival of the fittest in a school that's killer.

This is an idea I shall be working upon after I've finished my recent submission.

Welcome

Avast ye scallywags.....
Naa won't keep that up.
This here is a personal blog of random musings.
Probably be filled with movie reviews, book reviews....whatever I want to review.
But it shall also contain random thoughts on things.
as well as several short stories and story ideas.
I'll just be throwing out whatevers running through my head.
Happy hunting