REVIEWED BY: Ms. Cairo
MY RECOMMENDATION: YES
AMAZON SUBSCRIPTION LINK: ApochEpoch
WEB ADDRESS: http://apocepoch.blogspot.com/
BLOG DESCRIPTION: The end of the world is in vogue. The Apocalypse Epoch has commenced. Prepare to survive. Zombies, nuclear war, socio-economic collapse, disease, extreme global climate change (see: nuclear war) and much more. Welcome to ApocEpoch (a-pock-ee-pock).
MY REVIEW: This is a fiction blog in the vein of Shaun of the Dead and other films of that nature - combining horror with humor. Five authors contribute to the blog, some writing an ongoing story, others doing book reviews (apparently Zombies are a "big thing" right now, there are books out like Idaho Falls, products like Whistle Creek Survival Kit in a Sardine Can, and so on.
"Pardon me sir" said I, scooting past the young store clerk who was placing items on the sparsely stocked shelves. The store clerk made a noise but I couldn't make out any words. As I made my way towards the rice, an old lady turned her cart down the narrow aisle toward me. I reached the rice and grabbed a small bag of the white. The old woman drew closer. I looked back at the young store clerk who was still stocking the shelves. I was trapped. Who designed this store? I thought to myself. I could return the way I came but would that require another "Pardon me sir." I again looked at the store clerk. Oh shit! That's no sir at all! Now I'm going to have to try and squeeze past this old woman. I couldn't possibly face another encounter with that young lady stocking the shelves. As she made her slow approach, the old woman eyed the rice that I was carrying then looked into my eyes. I hesitated, then made my move to get around her. "Excuse me Ma'am." She smiled and again eyed the rice as I side stepped between the shelves and the cart. I was clear from the awkward moment. I then declared to myself that I should have climbed over the row of shelves into the next aisle. I reached the check out. I lifted the back flap of my gray sport coat to grab my wallet. Tucked into my trousers at the small of my back, was a Model 1911 .45 Auto pistol. Had she made a move for the rice, I would have dropped that old bag. I paid for the rice and left without incident...this time.
--Prognosticators (of the economic kind)
--Mexican Zombie Heads for the Rockies
--I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire
Ms. Cairo writes several blogs including:
Seaborn: Oceanography Blog
Star Trek Report: Space Sciences
Topical Murder and Dated Death