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Sammy, a pale skinny zombie with long raven black hair and bloody gashes covering his snow white skin, broke into a church one night and spread his collection of paintbrushes on the alter. He had always wanted to be a painter in life, but had never found the time. In un-death all you had was time.

Through the window of the one room country church the moon cast its glow on the bare wooden walls. Sammy stared at them, unmoving, deciding what to paint. Finally he picked up a brush-the little one with the thinnest tip- and dipped it into the newly torn gash in his right shoulder. Swirled it around. Within moments the flossy bristles were coated with Sammy’s ever flowing un-life. He smeared the brush across the wall in one long stroke, and his work began.

Sammy painted the whole night. Clouds scuttled across the sky. A owl hooted. Outside a skeletal tree was tossed in the wind like a hand shaking in furry at the abomination of a zombie vandalizing a house of God.

Sammy had met God. He knew he didn‘t mind.

As dawn broke over the distant North Carolina mountains, Sammy finished painting. He took a step back to inspect his work. The blood was still wet and shown like the juice of a ruby in the sunlight. Sammy turned a full three-sixty where he stood, looking over every inch. His painting or not, he was proud to say that it took the air from his undead lungs.

Sammy had never been in the habit of staying in the same place long. He was ready to move on to his next church. He wiped the brush clean with his tee shirt, collected the rest, and drove off in his pickup just as the first members of the congregation pulled into the parking lot.

Half an hour later the pews were packed, and the preacher already in full swing. The crowd starred ahead or nodded off, but none of them noticed the bloody mural drying on the walls, stretching across the entire church, the mural so beautiful it could make the un-dead’s heart skip a beat.

And neither would you or I, for zombie blood is invisible to the humans.

Keyword: A Zombie Night

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Posted by 1800 2008-02-07 12:52:52 .... I had never thought of zombies that way. + Report this comment
Posted by resistanceisfreedom 2008-05-15 18:34:15 .... this was weird. i was expecting some kind of scary story about killer zombies. but instead a zombie with an inspiration to be an artist!! well, you surprised me again. + Report this comment
Posted by Dirkin 2008-05-16 00:27:28 .... A different take on the genre. Not bad, well written + Report this comment
Posted by strawberrywino 2008-06-12 23:47:13 good story 8th line from bottom = from of his undead lungs. don't think of should be there. last sentence should be is not in. + Report this comment
Posted by Codi_Del_Rossi 2008-06-13 08:27:48 Thanks guys I'm glad you guys have found this story interesting. It's the product of a writing exercise I did: try to write a complete story on a single page of notebook paper. I didn't think it was all that good, but figured I would post it anyway. Thanks for your comments! + Report this comment
Posted by Behind_the_Mask 2008-06-13 09:01:16 ... I loved this story when I first read it, but I forgot to comment on it. It puts a whole new spin on the zombie genre, I’d like to see more like this. + Report this comment

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