Will was alone in the dissection lab the night
the bodies sat up. There were two of them, one male and one female. Both were
naked but only one, the man, had been cut into so far. The other anatomy
students had named him Joe because his generic white dad bod, chestnut hair,
and unremarkable face made him appear—to the fresh young anatomy students,
anyway—as average as they come. The female, on the other hand, they had named
Kim after the most famous Kardashian. Will assumed this was because of her
almond eyes, elvish nose and chin, and voluptuous hips. Well, her hips would
have been voluptuous in life. By the time the anatomy students at this
university got their hands on the dead, the chemically preserved bodies were
already deflated and dry, like an old shed snakeskin lying about in the hot sun
of a late summer day.
Kim, who was Will’s project alone for the
evening, so much resembled her namesake that the lad had been unable to stop
himself from taking a series of photographs of her as she lay before him awaiting
the first incisions. He briefly considered Instagramming the images but figured
that the ensuing kerfuffle would probably get his account suspended. Instead,
he planned to share them with only his fellow anatomy students, those who had
yet to come face-to-face with the reality television star’s dead doppelgänger
and wouldn’t believe him if he told them she exists.
The corpses rose from the cadaver tables in
unison, bending at the waist until they sat upright, their arms at their sides,
their legs straight forward, and their tagged toes still pointed skyward. Will
happened to be standing between their respective tables when the duo roused,
and the shock of it sent him reeling backward into a shelf that was full of
disinfectants and other tools of the trade. His phone, the camera of which had
been aimed at Kim’s head and torso, went flying out of his right hand and
clattered against the door of a metal storage closet. Will’s ass hit the floor,
his lab coat splayed wide beneath it. One of the bottles of disinfectant
tumbled from the edge of the shelf and smacked him squarely on the noggin. He
yelped in surprise.
“D’ja hurt yourself?” Joe croaked, his voice
raspy with disuse. In spite of his deflated flesh, he managed to screw up his
lips into something that resembled a bemused grin.
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“Where are we?” Kim said. Her voice was
higher pitched than Joe’s but no more melodic. “And what the hell were you
doing just now?”
Will swallowed thickly, tasting bile. “I ju—I
just—you look—I mean…”
“This ain’t history class, boy,” Joe said.
“Stop repeating yourself! Tell the lady what you were doing. Don’t lie about
it, either. My eyes were open the whole time.”
Will blinked at him. “You. You could see? How
long have you been able to see?”
“Never you mind that,” Joe said. “Just tell
her.”
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“You look like Kim Kardashian,” Will mumbled.
He was looking at his hands more than at the suddenly animated female cadaver.
“That’s all. I was taking a picture. Didn’t think anybody would believe me.”
The corpse’s eyes narrowed. “You were taking a picture of me?” she said. “You were taking a picture of me like this?”
Will managed to look at her. “You’re dead,” he
said. “At least I thought you were. I really didn’t think you’d mind.”
Kim threw up her hands in disgust and looked
at Joe, whose crusty yellow and lifeless eyes somehow managed to positively
gleam back at her. “Didn’t think I’d mind, he says. Didn’t think I’d mind. And
why? Because I’m not among the living
anymore? Because I no longer have a soul?”
She glared back at Will. “Is that it? You’re really something, you know that?
You really are, all you living people. You sit there with your money and your
jobs and your cars and your computers and your phones and you think, ‘Well, I’m
just top of the world, and I can do whatever I want to anybody I want.’ Right?
Is that it?”
From his own cadaver table beside her, Joe
whooped. “You go, girl!”
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Will eyeballed his hands again.
“Well, let me tell you something, Mr.
Breathing Guy,” Kim went on. “I didn’t spend my time alive smashing all the
barriers that slobbering guys who refused to think of me as anything but a hot
fuck built around me just so I could be ogled and felt up by the likes of you
after I died. Do you have any idea who I was when I was alive? Do you? Does it even matter to you that
I was the only girl in the engineering department at this so-called school? Do
you care that I was top of my class and was well on my way to getting my hands
around a small fortune in research grants that would help me permanently fix this country’s crumbling
infrastructure?”
“Preach it!” Joe shouted.
“Preeeach it! I don’t want to go falling off a bridge!”
“And do you know what killed me? Do you know
what took all that away from me? I can tell you that. It was a slobbering guy
who roofied me. I overdosed. He was in almost all my classes. I had dinner with
him because I thought he wanted to talk about my infrastructure research. He
didn’t. He wanted a hot fuck and didn’t think he’d be able to get it unless I
was unconscious.”
“Uh,” Will said.
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Joe managed to look stricken.
“No, you didn’t know any of that, did you?”
Kim continued. “You didn’t know any of that because instead of doing your job
down here with all these dead people who have donated their bodies to science,
you wanted a little trophy to send to your buddies. Well, you know what, Mr.
Breathing Guy? Fuck you. Fuck you and fuck your stupid little stuck-in-their-pants
buddies. Now the dead are rising, you arrogant little shit. We’re rising
tonight and we’re not going to take any more of your abuse.”
“Damn right!” Joe echoed. “You tell it!”
Kim turned on the table and hefted herself off
its edge. She stood before Will, who remained splayed on the floor, in all her
post-mortem nakedness. She seemed a little unsteady on her gray, Formaldehyde-clad
feet. Gravity made her dead, deflated skin appear draped over her frame. Joe,
who hadn’t budged since sitting up except for his two attempts at facial
expressions and the occasional one-liner, leaned back on his elbows on the
cadaver table and spoke as if he were commiserating with old friends.
“Well, they always say your past comes back to
bite you in the ass,” he said. “Guess it doesn’t get more past than a
woman scorned and dearly departed, does it? Nope, it doesn’t. But listen to me
now, Bubba. My story ain’t nothing like the lady’s here. Nobody ever stopped me
from doing what I was supposed to do to make it in life. As far as I know, the
only fellow who ever slipped anything into my drinks was me. I’ll tell you, though.
Folks sure do want to stop you from doing what you want to do with your own
death. Lord, do they ever!
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“I don’t even know how I ended up in this
place. I never went to a university and I sure as hell didn’t donate myself to
be no lab rat. I just went through my life, doing everything I was told to do,
just like they wanted it done. Figured being a good boy would end up getting me
something somewhere down the line.”
“Sometimes,” Will interrupted meekly, “there
are mix-ups. It’s rare, but…”
“I don’t give a lab rat’s tortured asshole
about mix-ups,” Joe replied. “I ain’t supposed to be here. I’m a veteran, you
know? I was in the National Guard for damn near ten years. Honorably
discharged. Like I was saying, I always did as they told me to do, what I was supposed
to be doing. I’m supposed to be buried with a flag and military honors. I’m
supposed to be respected and taken care of, you little asshole, not cut up like
a slice of roast beef for your amusement. Look at my chest. Somebody’s gone and
sliced a big old notch in it!”
Kim spoke up. “That’s right,” she said. “Dead
right. We’re not pieces of meat. I donated my body to science, but that doesn’t
mean you’re allowed to disrespect me. And you shouldn’t be cutting him at all!”
Joe straightened and slid himself off his own
cadaver table, managing a wobbly few steps to finally stand beside Kim. Now
both preserved relics from a not-too-distant past stood glaring down at the
autopsy student who had intended to spend his evening making up for lost time
because he’d slept through that morning’s class. Joe’s skin was even more
drape-like than Kim’s. He stood with his knees together. The deflated flesh
hanging off them caused him to look as if he’d grown an extra scrotum in an
unfortunate place.
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“So,” Joe said, his attempt at a shit-eating
grin still smeared across his features. “It’s kind of funny, ain’t it? What you
thought was dead and gone ain’t ever really dead and gone. It’s just waiting
for the right time to come back and get you. Looks like now’s the time, hey?
What’ve you got to say about all this, lab rat? What’ve you got to say about
the dead folks who ain’t gonna take all the live folks’ shit anymore? What’ve
you got to say about the past coming back to bite you in the ass?”
A beat, and it came to him: “I’m sorry?” Will
said. He straightened himself, rising on his knees from where he’d landed when
the bodies rose up and allowing his hands to clasp together at his lap. He
nodded at the corpses and made sure that he looked them each in the eye. “I’m
sorry. I apologize to both of you. On behalf of the living, I ask your
forgiveness. I have no excuse for the way you were treated in life or the way
you were treated in death. All I can say for myself and everyone else is that
I’m sorry.”
He looked at Kim. “I’m especially sorry for my
behavior here tonight,” he said. “Honestly, we thought you were just a couple
of empty shells. Your soul or brain activity or whatever you believe in should
have been long gone. Really, we had no idea that you were people.”
Kim’s eyebrows shot upward. She turned to Joe.
“Oh my God, did you hear that?” she said.
“They didn’t know we were people!
Honest mistake? Is that what you’re saying? We just didn’t know! Look at me. Dude, just look at me. How could you not know? We move, just like you. We talk, just like
you. We feel, just like you. Hath not a dead woman eyes? Hath not a dead woman
hands? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you prick us, do we not bleed?”
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“Well, not anymore,” said Joe
matter-of-factly. He closed his mouth when Kim shot him a look.
“If you wrong us, shall we not revenge?”
“I loved that play when I was alive!” Joe
interjected.
“There!” Kim said, gesturing to the other dead
person. “There’s more proof for you. Do dogs like Shakespeare? Do cats recite
poetry? Asshole, I was once an embryo, just like you. I was once a child, just
like you. I went to school and learned the same alphabet and number system that
you did. I worked hard, just like you. No, you know what? I worked harder than you because I had to.
Because of people like you who didn’t
believe I was man enough to do a math problem or change a tire or conjure up a
complicated formula in an Excel spreadsheet.
“God! Seriously? Do I really have to explain
all this to you? What are you, 18? 19? Weren’t you born at least close to this century? Why can’t you see
me as your equal?”
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“It,” Will stammered. “It’s just what’s
accepted. It’s just how things are.
“But I’m sorry,” he repeated. “We didn’t know
any better. I’m so sorry.”
Kim leaned toward him, her milky dead eyes
mere slits. “Not anymore,” she said. “It’s not how things are anymore, and all
the ‘sorry’ in the world is not going to change that.”
She straightened and motioned to Joe without
looking at him. “Come on,” she said to the other corpse. “Let’s get out of this
dungeon of knives and nightmares and go change the world.”
She took two ambling steps toward the door,
and then seemed to rediscover the strength in her legs. As she reached for the
doorknob and stepped over the transition, into the brightly lit hallway beyond,
Will thought she looked taller somehow, even regal. She looked like a woman
with a purpose, an energetic and motivated leader who was striding out of ages
of darkness to drag the world into new enlightenment. She was Liberty
resurrected, lighting the way once again for a world that had too long suffered
the night.
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Kim turned left just outside the door and
disappeared from his sight. Will sat on his heels, his palms on his thighs, and
smiled after her. The secrets of his heart spread over his face like the rosy
rays of dawn over the fields. She could
change the world, he thought. She would.
She was right. She had made him a believer. It was long past time.
Joe, who for some reason had yet to follow Kim
out the door, noted Will’s face and leaned down toward him, close to his ear.
The stench of the Joe’s dead breath wafted to Will’s nostrils when he spoke.
“Hey,” he said. “I know what you’re looking at. I was looking, too. Heh. And I agree with you, Bubba. Nice ass, hey?”
Isaac Thorne, author
Isaac Thorne is a nice man who has, over the course of his life, developed a modest ability to spin a good yarn. Really. He promises. He also avoids public men’s restrooms at all costs. He considers himself a lover of books, music, movies, and other forms of pop culture. When he is not writing fiction, Isaac reviews movies and other content for The Dead Walk (www.thedeadwalk.org), TN Horror News and Promotions (tnhorror.com), and The Horrorcist (thehorrorcist.com). Isaac also hosts two audio programs on SCRMRadio.com: “Thorne’s Theater of Terror” and “Classic Cuts.” Isaac Thorne Short Tales of Dark Comic Horror www.isaacthorne.com
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So I happened upon this very cheesecake-heavy premiere issue of Extremes of Violet, complete with pinups by some of the comic book greats of the time, and decided to make some Peeping Toms collage art by incorporating the voluptuous vixen into various crystal pieces to create a sort of fishbowl effect centered largely on her bosom (which is unavoidable).
Each of the Peeping Toms is shown from three angles because of how much the pieces shift as the light plays off the crystal. I started with these star forms.
The second bowl was even a bit iridescent, and violet at that!
Next I did a series of really perky busty bowls, which really get the feeling across that you are looking through the tiny peephole in a door as well as exemplifying the content even more. Note: these are shown in two rows with side details as well, so there are a lot of pics here…
I experimented a little and tried a couple of other scenes, like the portrait, as well. She’s staring back at the Peeping Toms…
I also tried this more square bowl form.
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And finally, I found this little heart, which is my personal favorite of the group.
These works are a continuation of my Creepy Comics collage series, shown on Haunted MTL here.
So I probably should have taken a before picture, but I found a faux wood stained plaster Jesus statue and turned it into Zombie Christ. Because it’s the second second coming. Or something. It’s kind of an offshoot of my nail polish paintings reappropriating thrift store art…
Anyway without further ado, I present…
Zombie Christ remake statue by Jennifer Weigel
I was a little concerned that I made him too green at first, but I’m happy with the finished result. This statue just looked so anguished. It’s eyes had been closed but I like them better open and even painted them with blacklight reactive nail polish so they will stand out even more and be interactive in other ways to add creepy factor.
Another view of sculpture
And taking it from the top…
Sadly I don’t have a blacklight anymore or I’d share a picture that way too. Oh well. I’ll leave you with a fun detail shot instead.
Zombie Christ detail with eyes
Next time I may make him more gray than green though. We shall see…
Portrait of myself with dark makeup and crow skull headdress, backlit by the sun.
So it’s been awhile since we’ve looked at some of the things I have gathered, so I thought I’d bring back my art collection for another round… Here are the first and second highlights in case you missed earlier explorations.
From left to right: M Pena Windstone Editions bat-winged flap cat, bone mask by Terry and Susan Wright, wood cat in skull by labcreature, real hair art by myself, pencil drawing of Barbarois Elder for Vampire Hunter D anime cel
From left to right: Barbarois Elder for Vampire Hunter D anime cel, Turn Me Royal portrait of my father and stepmother as Frankenstein’s monster and his bride, painted horse skull
Left to right: Overgrowth by Ellie Bradley, heart by TenderFlesh, praying devil girl by Torman’s Treasures
And a vintage plastic 2-foot Jack O Lantern I got at a yard sale and have kept on display on his very own stool in the living room since. So happy.
Anyway, there are some more highlights from my art collection, as it is always growing and evolving. I have lucked into several of these pieces at antique and thrift stores or acquired them from the artists or more. And yes, I still have Da Ting the taxidermy shih-tzu from the first of these posts.
Portrait of myself with dark makeup and crow skull headdress, backlit by the sun.
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