I've included a poem I wrote as a senior in high school: Silver Plated Chainsaw. Well, the wayback machine is quite a bit farther back this time. In 6th grade, my class had to write Halloween stories that were published in the local paper. Being a 9th degree pack rat, I discoverd the newspaper article which had mine. So 15 years or so without further-ado or a don't...

Last night as I passed the graveyard, I heard a moaning sound. I looked and saw a zombie! I ran as fast as I could.

When I turned, it was still after me. I knew what it wanted: human brains. I had to find people to help me. But nobody believed my story. I called the Real Zombie Busters, but to my dismay their brains had been eaten.

The zombie that came back from the dead, was called Brain Drain. He was the master of all zombies.

Brain Drain wanted to rule the world and have every human brain as snacks to feed him and his troops. Brain Drain began calling his troops. They began getting stronger and hungrier.

I snuck back to the graveyard. I heard a snorting sound. It was a zomboar!

It came charging at me. I knew I couldn't outrun i, so I called it a dork, and it disintegrated.

Now I had a plan to stop Brain Drain. I would call him a dork, and disintegrate him. It really worked. I was ecstatic!

When I got up, I turned the T.V. off. When I went to my room it was full of zombies. One of them ate my brain.

Then I wake up and screamed. It was a dream! Or was it?