| 27 February 2010
Woops. Looks like we forgot to actually post the story that won our contest. It's witty, it's poignant, it's true. Sorry about that Steve Kielce from New Jersey. Better late than never, eh?
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Every day I show up to work at the same time and follow the same routine. And every day, regardless of the weather, the farm behind my job is always watering the fields. Snow, hail, rain, or shine, the sprinklers are going off. I first thought that they were broken, but after 15 years of the same thing, I became suspicious. One evening when I was leaving work particularly late, I heard a moaning coming from nearby. As I peered through the mist to the field in the distance, I saw mounds of dirt starting to move. I looked closer and realized that zombies were rising out of the ground. That's when I realize that the farmer wasn't watering the fields of grass or wheat, but of zombies! I bolted to my car, which thankfully started on the first try, unlike some of those typical zombie movies, and I sped out of the parking lot. The next day I read in the paper of a strange disturbance that the neighbors were complaining about the night before and of a loud rustling. As I put the paper down, I promised myself that I would be the only one to really know what happened that night...
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