"The lady was pleasantly cleaning her house. She carried a big broom. She began to sweep, when she accidentally hit the ceiling. The roof caved in and something fell out. It was a rotting corpse, looking like it had been dead for several years. It grabbed the lady, and cracked her skull open, and slurped curled gray matter into its mouth."
Pleasant, no? :-)
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You've got a zombie writer on your hands! I hear that's all the rage in fiction these days :).
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