The ground trembled as the tree struck the

The ground trembled as the tree struck the leaf-mould covered ground. The tarmac beneath split exposing white tree shoots deprived of life. I lept to the floor and struggled up...

A zombiefish sat in a puddle watching the tree he laughed in a dead fish like way at the tree then thought about how much he was craving a baf of cheesy chips

A Zombie Phish sat in a puddle watching the tree. He laughed in a dead Phish like way at the tree then thought about how much he was craving a box of cheese nips

, or rather a box of cheese nipples, but held its tongue. I mean, would this be any way for a Phish to act? Probably not, but perhaps

Phish could not subsist on cheese nipples alone. Hadn't his mother once told him that? "Cheese nipples and chocolate teddy grahams doth not a phish make." It sounded familiar

but so did a lot of shit these days and his recall was not what it was. Extracting and selling his memories for food seemed like a good idea at the time.

It was only when he started receiving friend dried turkey sandwiches that he realised his negotiation skills were somewhat lacking. So he enrolled in a seminar at night school

that taught him how to negotiate. "Screw negotiating," surprised the teacher on the very first day, "we will be doing a case study on Curse of the Royal Harem instead."

"What?" the students shouted in chorus. They had been awaiting the start of this class for the entirety of their pathetic lives, and now it was going all wrong. Dissatisfied, they