Edgar cranked down the window, not all the way, but enough that he could fit his Glock and heavy hand outside. The two ghouls that had crept out from behind the building moved toward Dani and Jimmy. Edgar tapped the horn lightly, warning the pair.
Jimmy glanced backward, puzzled. Dani pointed toward her left and Jimmy turned to see the two undead wobbling down the sidewalk and nearly collapsing off the curb.
The ghouls seemed to regain their footing and continued their march. Edgar honked again and the rotting chasers turned their attention to the Cadillac.
They stumbled toward the driver’s side door with lurching, clumsy steps.
Jimmy wasn’t sure what the best course of action was. Their group was more than halfway to home by now, but they were trailing walking corpses and one pair arrived a little too close for comfort. Edgar has been riding slowly enough to keep the horde as a whole in check, but the other two made him wary.
Dani picked up her pace and Jimmy followed suit. The sound of a gunshot ripped through the air.
Jimmy whirled around to see Edgar had fired at one of the ghouls. A chorus of wild groaning followed from the trail behind the car.
Dani had turned back just as Edgar had taken aim and fired at the other attacker at the passenger side.
“What the fuck, where did he get the gun?” she asked.
Jimmy said nothing. What could he say? Edgar had kept his gun hidden on him since they’d arrived at the U-Stor-It. Jimmy had said nothing.
He snapped at Danielle, grabbing her attention. “Doesn’t matter right now, we’re almost there.”
Dani glanced between Jimmy and the Cadillac. She furrowed her brow. “A fucking secret GUN?”
Jimmy grunted and turned his attention back to his cart. This would complicate their stay.
“Hey, we’ll have Ed lead them away for a bit and come back around, alright, when we get to the gate?”
Jimmy had hoped he wasn’t too obvious in giving himself time to smooth things over.
Dani cast a harsh glance and shrugged as she put her focus into the shopping cart. “Sounds like a plan.”
Jimmy slowed down, slightly, just getting in range ahead of the front bumper of the car. “Ed, when we get to the gate we’ll get Mary out – can you lead them away in the car and come back around?”
Jimmy jogged back toward Dani’s position pushing the cart along. The plan would need to work for now.
They were almost on the street where they would need to make a turn. Dani and Jimmy began shifting their carts to the left and Edgar slowed the Cadillac down a bit to give them room. Hungry corpses continued to moan and stumble after them.
The whirr of the siren ripped through the air again, and Jimmy and Dani stared down the cross street on the right. The car was fast enough that trying to cross the street now would be dangerous. All they could do is helplessly watch the police cruiser approach their position with a trail of shambling, human shapes in its wake.
Snails a Whorl Whirl Whore World…
So a friend and I made some artsy snails awhile back. Essentially this was in response to her granddaughter proclaiming that her favorite animals are whorl snails. My friend heard “whore snails” and was a bit perturbed that the child would use such a word so nonchalantly, whether or not she knew what it meant. But then again toddler-speak is like that sometimes… Anyway, it stuck.
So we made some whore snails, all glammed up and ready to go. We started with these flat metal snails and then painted and decorated them, to whore them up a bit. I figured this would be apropos after my recent Valentine’s Day posts and that the end results were horrifying enough to appear here.
This is my friend’s creation. I especially like the David Bowie star and cherry bling to match her cherry red lipstick. The purple shell is a great color on her too. I think my friend went back and decorated her shell more after the fact, but I didn’t see the snail after those changes.
And here’s my whore snail. She’s a bit more of an ice queen with her deceptively lovey-dovey eyes and mouth full of poison darts, like the underwater snails do. I believe I called her a Hoar Whore Whorl Snail as when the discussion first came up I heard “hoar” and thought of hoarfrost. Hence the ice queen take…
And another friend joined us via Zoom just to visit and have fun making art together.
This little Zoomed in snail is kinda cute, like she’s out on the beach in her bikini… Mixed media on paper.
So if that wasn’t disturbing enough, check out my inappropriate Shrinky Dinks posted here before, or maybe this Eye Candy Peeps Easter basket, both taking some innocuous thing(s) turning into something… else…
Have a Dystopian Girls on Film Valentine’s Day
So it’s finally actually Valentine’s Day, and thus marks the final segment of our dysfunctional dystopian romance. So far, we’ve survived both Gen X and Krampusnacht, what else could possibly be in store? Girls on Film…
Image description: Video camera umbrella shower succubus stares through the lens at the viewer, surrounded by eerie Cthulhoid horror embellishments with text.
Text reads: Happy Valentine’s Day; lipstick cherry all over the lens as she’s falling; give me shudders in a whisper; take me up ’til I’m shooting a star; (she’s more than a lady)
OK so this Valentine’s Day dystopia ends in a Duran Duran video, because of course it does. If the video doesn’t load properly, you can find it by following this link. Girls on Film.
Here’s the camera eye succubus all by itself, for your viewing pleasure. Actually this is the original original image from an Unselfie performance art piece in the shower before I decided to forego the umbrella. Girls on Film.
Krampus and Jennifer Weigel wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day
Krampus got a little confused and decided to celebrate Krampusnacht for St. Valentine instead of St. Nicholas. So Happy Valentine’s Day, as it were. No real surprise there, the whipping can go either way…
Here’s a before image of a doll like this one started as, one of those Christmas caroler figures.
And here are some after images to burn into your brain through your retinas.
Krampus’ eyes and horns are black light sensitive. The pin is a hand beaded piece that I lucked into at thrift and was perfect for this, nice and gaudy. Because even Krampus says you gotta have bling – it is Valentine’s Day after all.
And here’s a detail shot of the cape so you can see the chubby cheeky angels. Just like on all those Italian ceilings, these angels love to look down upon you in bed not sleeping, just like they would do. Such pervs. Perfect for creepy Christmas and Valentine’s Day alike…
If you want to check out more of my altered dolls, I have posted several to Haunted MTL here: