Exquisitecorpse Stories

Frases de libros que al principio no tenían nada que ver y al final cobraron sentido.

Group Poems: The Child's Dream, Why, Gone, Piece by Piece, 16 Directions to My Home All poems written by me. Group poems written by me and the JBA Writer's Craft class of 2015. Please do not steal my work. This is plagiarism and I will call you out. Thank you for reading!

It's been over a hundred years since an unknown evil emerged from the forests and rent apart civilizations, chasing the survivors into fortified, high-rise cooperatives. Several generations removed from this moment of terror in human history, Freddie Mercury lives with his family on the 83rd floor of one such high-rise, performing at rooftop concerts with Queen in his free time. But Freddie's life isn't all glamor and comfort, and it's about to get much more dangerous. His sister has gone missing, largely suspected to have fallen prey to the evil that still lurks in the forest; Freddie's partner is haunted by troubling dreams; and even the interior of the high rise may no longer be safe. Read on in this delightful abomination of an exquisite corpse for a harrowing tale of cannibalism, clowns, and conspiracy... *** Front Cover image credit: https://www.freeimages.com/photo/spaghetti-1469934 | Ian Coote

Bitchin' jams can't drown out screams but when the record skips, don't you start findin' yourself in a whole mess of trouble poking your noses where they ain't supposed to be. He's eating 'em alive down there. Once the disappearances hit your street, who do you trust? (TW: Swearing, offensive themes and slang, violence)