Tastes Like Brains – My Contest Entry

OK, my entry for the Whispers Short Fiction Contest over at Clarity of Night is now up. Mine is entry #17. I’m going to post it here. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it. If you like it, feel free to leave me comments here and/or over there.

Photo by Jason Evans

Tastes Like Brains

“What do you think brains taste like?” said Matthew, glancing over his shoulder. “I’d imagine they’re a bit salty.”

“Ugh,” said Shannon, wondering as she stumbled who had replaced her feet with cinder blocks. “Don’t wanna know.”

“You’d get used to it, eventually,” continued Matthew. “Eat enough of them and they probably start to taste like chicken.”

Shannon sat with a thud beneath the leafless White Ash overlooking an abandoned farmhouse. “I need a rest,” she said, ignoring him.

“Get up,” said Matthew, immediately regretting his tone.

“Just a few moments,” said Shannon, resting her forehead on the knees of her dirt stained jeans. They had been on the run for days, with little sleep, food, or water, unable to elude their slow moving tormentors. It was maddening.

Matthew looked down the hill toward the farmhouse. If only he had picked a restaurant in the city, rather than that rustic diner in the middle of nowhere, and if only he hadn’t dropped his car keys when the whole mess started, they would be home by now, safe and warm.

Soon, Matthew saw their approach. Hundreds, maybe thousands, stumbling up the gray, decaying grass, their dead, mournful eyes fixed in his direction. “Promise me something,” he said, taking hold of Shannon’s petite, strong hand, lifting her to her feet.


“Promise me if they get you first, you’ll be the one to eat my brain, not them.”

“Tastes like chicken, right?” said Shannon, forcing a smile as they ran once more.

A Library in the Stairs

Before I get to the point of this message, just a quick little update. I have completed my Clarity of Night contest entry and sent it off to Jason. The second he posts it on his site, I’ll post it here. I’m happy with my entry and am excited to share it with all of you. I need feedback! I’m so pathetic. 🙂

**Edit** Jason has told me my entry will be posted with the next batch of entries. Soon I hope. 🙂

Now on to today’s post. I saw this on Boing Boing the other day and just had to share. There is an apartment in London with bookcases built into the staircases. Rather than trying to describe it, I figured I’d post a picture. There are more here.


How sweet is that? I get happy just imagining something like that in my house. We have a walk up attic, and this would be so cool as a staircase to an attic reading room.

I guess the only problem with this would be your books might get a bit dirty or dusty. You’d have to have a no-shoes policy on those stairs, otherwise your books might get a bit messy. Still, it’s just so cool! Maybe not quite as cool as the bookcase/hidden door I’m having installed in my house when I get that big future publishing deal, but almost as cool.