The Mixtape
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The Mixtape (Special Edition) is an acclaimed collection of seven web-only stories by Kenya Moss-Dyme.
Dead to Me – In an upscale neighborhood, a woman wages a lonely battle against the undead
Groundhog – A pair of cheaters attempt to rid themselves of their problem with unexpected results
Cornflower Farms – A game of Ding Dong Ditch forever changes the lives of three childhood friends
Peanut Butter Kisses – A mother takes unparalleled steps to prove her love for her son
The Spelling Bee – An alien plays a game of cat and mouse with the hunter sent for its capture
Patchwork – A healing gift is also a tool of vengeance for a jilted wife
Roar – Road kill is the order of the day for an outcast in a small town
If you loved Daymares, you'll flip over this new set of scares!
Kenya Moss-Dyme
Author Kenya Moss–Dyme originally hails from Chicago but now resides in Michigan – land of the subzero winters and nuclear summers. She began writing short–form horror in her teens and won several scholastic writing awards for her creative work. In addition, she has penned the wildly popular dark romantic thrillers, Prey for Me, A Good Wife and the upcoming Getting to Day.Projects in development for 2015 include Dead Zoned, a novel about an urban zombie apocalypse, and Sick: XOXO, a collection of dark erotic horror."I love zombies and the supernatural! But there's nothing scarier to me than HUMANS and the unimaginable depths of depravity of which we are capable. You see it in the news every day and you ask yourself, 'what kind of monster...?' That's what I love to explore in my writing, characters that are like the people you think you know – but you really don't know after all. I create them – and then I like to set them free – does that sound a little strange?"
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The Mixtape - Kenya Moss-Dyme
Copyright © 2016 by Kenya Moss-Dyme
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This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual events, real people, living or dead, organization, establishments, locales are products of the author’s imagination. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously.
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the Mixtape
A Special Edition of web-only stories by
Kenya Moss-Dyme
Table of Contents
Dead to Me
Groundhog
Cornflower Farms
Peanut Butter Kisses
The Spelling Bee
Patchwork
Roar
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Dead to Me
They laughed when Celina warned them about the monsters hiding in plain sight. When a quiet afternoon in an upscale community turns into a bloodbath, Celina is the only one who really knows how to protect her family. The war has begun – who’s laughing now?
This never before published short was originally a part of my upcoming collection, titled, Sick: XOXO. Enjoy this bonus story!
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Celina slowly unfolded her aching body, first stretching out one leg, then the next; wiggling her toes to restore circulation. Her shoulders were wedged tightly between the bed and the nightstand, leaving little room to move. She stretched and touched the top of her feet with shaky fingertips. Her dancer’s training led her to naturally point her toes, awakening the muscles along the backs of her legs.
She stifled a cough in her fist but fumes in the air tickled her throat and stung her eyes. It had been hours since the planes flew over and sprayed the area, yet the smell of poison still lingered. Burnt eggs, like the ones Chastity had made for Mother’s Day and it took a week to completely rid the house of the odor, and even longer for them to stop giggling over it.
Chastity. Just the thought of her made Celina’s eyes well up, but she pushed it to the back of her mind for now. She couldn’t afford to wallow in sadness. Later, when the world was right again, she would sit by the fireplace and look at family photos and laugh at Chastity’s baby pictures. When the world is right again.
At this moment, there were more monsters to slay.
Celina inhaled, feeling the air move in and out of her lungs. At least I’m alive.
Scooting forward until she was free of the space that had been her hiding spot for the previous 12 hours; the friction of her skin against the wood floor made a squeaking sound and she froze.
The room was still except for the sound of the antique clock on the dresser. The ticking had always bothered her and she would often let the battery die and not replace it. But then Ritchie would come along and complain, pop in a new battery and get it revved up again.
It was his late mother’s clock so it held sentimental value for him, but Celina hated her mother-in-law and she hated that damn clock. It had a red lacquer finish that clashed badly with their pastel décor, and the face of the clock was an ornately designed dial that displayed the correct time twice a day. The metal hands were bent and they brushed against each other as they each clunked around the dial.
This – this baby is gonna last forever,
Ritchie would proclaim, tapping the clock’s cabinet proudly.
Celina chuckled to herself as she realized that he was right. She wished he could see that he had won that argument.
Across the room, Ritchie groaned and rattled his chains as if he could hear her thoughts. Celina rolled to her knees and crawled around the four-poster bed until she reached her husband’s body, bound and shackled to the bed frame.
Are you in there, baby?
She whispered, leaning close to Ritchie’s face. She needed to see his eyes, needed to see if there was even the tiniest light of recognition. But his face had been mostly shattered by a crowbar across the bridge of his nose, and his eye sockets were barely intact.
Can you see me?
She waved a hand across his face; he tried to bite it.
Tsk, tsk.
Ritchie’s hand brushed her leg and she jumped at the cold skin of his fingers. She crawled backwards, out of his reach.
I know there’s some of you still there. I won’t give up on you.
Ritchie – or, the monster formerly known as Ritchie - struggled against the chains around his wrists and his fingers clawing at the air, clenching and unclenching. He clapped his jawbone up and down in an effort to speak but his tongue rolled off to the side and all he could do was growl.
Since it all begin, Celina had been telling herself that he was furiously working his mouth because he wanted to kiss her; that he was jerking against the chains because he wanted to touch her and stroke her with his fingertips one last time. That look of terror in his eyes? Just overwhelming passion, so intense that his eyes clouded over.
She had to tell herself these things because it kept her from going insane. She believed that Ritchie was somewhere inside cheering her on in this battle, and that when the war was over, she could summon help and restore him to the man he had been just one day before.
She couldn’t remember who got to Ritchie - was it Dave, the neighbor?
Not Dave. She shook her head. Her memory was a bit fuzzy before the air raid but she recalled Dave running down the driveway and jumping in his van at the first sight of blood on the kitchen floor. He probably made it as far as the front of the subdivision, where his van would have crashed into the steel fence because there was no one in the security booth to open the gate and let him out.
She knew there was no one there because she’d called for help as soon as Chastity started turning and no one answered. They always answered, that’s why she and Ritchie chose to buy in Hilltop Estates, because of the high level of security they provided for its very well-heeled residents. They paid good money to wave each morning at politicians, entertainers and internet entrepreneurs as they headed out to make more money.
Yet, their money couldn’t protect them when their neighbors started going door to door in search of warm bodies to play host to their inhuman seed. Nothing could save them because they didn’t see it