8 Word Stories

Like an armory, holds your zombie-killing weapons.

The bedraggled zombie shuffled forward, “Braaains for poor?”

She radio-buttoned to stop the zombie advance.

The dog happily returned with the zombie’s forearm

BO attracts zombies, but stops them dead.

Even cuteness did not save kittens from zombies

She <embed>ed the zombies in the flower bed.

Even death could not stop the zombie hordes.

She beat the zombie with her <meter> stick

The zombie was disappointed by supposed “brain foods.”

She made <progress> in fighting the zombie horde.

The zombies all starved at the Capitol building..

He tried to <dialog>, but the zombie exploded.

The zombies went hungry at the AI facility.

She placed a between herself and zombies.

“Quit your bellyaching!

“Those zombies are always moaning.”

She socked that zombie like a total <samp>

He went viral but in the zombie sense.

Using <map>, she cleared the <area> of zombies.

“It is not a cult! They’re just zombies.”

She filled the world with <math>. Zombies fled.

“We cannot ‘agree to disagree’ on ‘zombie problems.’”

Her stylish fashion <label> also stopped the apocalypse.

“No. I don’t believe Zombie Bob loves you.”

She smashed her <canvas> on a zombie horde.

The Western suffered from a lack of zombies.

She wrapped a <datalist> around the zombie’s face.

The zombie sniffed his brain. “…No, thank you.”

His <input> and <output> knocked the zombie unconscious

“The zombie apocalypse happened.”
“Five more minutes, Mom.”

He kept his zombie smashing on the <dl>

His zombie bride loved him for his brains.

Good <ol> lists stop zombies by the numbers.

“Nonsense! I started this zombie apocalypse completely intentionally!”

She uppercut the zombie with a <sup> tag.

He played hopscotch with the zombies of Scotland.

She ran over zombies with her reversed <nav>

Watch out! Zombie nutritionist! “Grains,” it said, “Graaains!”

She rained <code> and destruction on the horde.

“I cannot find a zombie who’ll love me!”

She pelted the horde with priceless precious <ruby>.

“The zombies are ruining our Christmas!”
“Ya think?”

He slapped the zombie with an <hr> lawsuit.

The zombies got to Santa, then every child…

She roundhoused zombies from <h1> up to <h6>

The illiterate zombie ate a lot of grains.

His HTML5 left a <mark> on the horde.

His jokes were so stupid they repelled zombies.

She thwacked the zombie with a big <aside>

“The zombie robots ate all our silicone chips.”

He hit zombies with the function of <form>

The zombies called the end “the human apocalypse.”

Zombies in face paint are indistinguishable from clowns.

She <output> <data> all over that zombie’s head.

The clown apocalypse swiftly followed the zombie one.

He kicked the zombies with a righteous <footer>.

The horde of zombie squirrels ruled Central Park.

He swung <wbr> like a wordy baseball bat.

The politician being a Zombie surprised no one

She broke a zombie leg with each <br>

The zombie was, in actual fact, a hoarder.

She is <strong> with the HTML. Zombies beware!

The zombies found his lack of intellect distasteful.

She flung <time> and chronic pain at zombies.

The zombies raided the office fridge, disregarding labels.

He flung out &copy; like a zombified lawyer.

Chester A. Arthur battled zombies to the end.

He hit the zombie with a <head> punch.

“One zombie. Two zombie. Three- Ouch, no biting!”

She went WWE on the zombie with <table>s.

The zombie vampire lived and died every day.

The zombie was deafened by my <dfn> tag.

The zombie dog was loyal long after death.

She smashed a <fieldset> over the zombie’s head.

“The zombie doesn’t love you. I am certain.”

She threw out <data> like zombie-killing ninjastars.

“Zombies are moaning liars.”
“But he loves me!”.

She <del>eted the zombies from her online life.

The zombie ninja was quieter than the mime.

He invited zombies to his <address> of death.

The zombie mime moaned silently in his box.

He <abbr>eviated the zombie’s return fromthe dead.

She found no zombies at the braindead film.

He absolutely positioned his <footer> on zombie throats.

Child wakes up at 3am. Father becomes zombie..

She used <time> to freeze the zombie advance.

George threw his scraps to the zombie moochers..

He threw his <main> weapon at the hordes.

Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Zombie!

I punched the zombie in his <article> <header>

The zombies watched tv and rotted their brains.

She floated the <div> right at the horde.

I <em>phasized my fist in the zombie’s face.