8 Word Stories

The human plague dispatched half of the horde.

She shoved figs and <figcaption>s down zombie throats.

The four horsemen succumbed to the zombie contagion.

“<rip> zombies!”
“It’s <rp>. There’s no <rip> element.”

One day he’d leave the zombie for dead…

He greeted the zombies with a deadly “<sup>?”

“I’d thought I was already living in zombieland.”

He flung <b> tags at zombies like batarangs.

The world ended with a long, zombie sigh.

He crushed the zombie by throwing a <blockquote>

He remembered his pre-zombie life just the once.

He slipped <em> into conversations to identify zombies.

“Someday we’ll live in a world without apocalypses.”

<small> words crushed the horde with legal requirements.

The first zombie contagion sign was his breath.

His email <input> rained electronic pain on zombies.

He loved zombies until they loved him back

She <input> her favorite color; crushed the horde.

The monstrous zombies put pineapple on their pizzas.

He thwacked zombies with a slender <figure> eight.

With apocalyptic might, the zombie ate Fred’s sandwich.

She flipped a <bdi> into the zombie’s face.

“You sure you want zombies to be friendly?”

He split the horde with a <div> <span>

Some say his halitosis actually caused the apocalypse.

He slung <datalist> after <datalist> at zombie heads.

“Zombies aren’t that bad?!?!?”
“They just need hugs!”

She underline tagged the rather misspelled zombeee hordeses.

The zombie apocalypse couldn’t stand against the cute-pocalypse.

They attributed his title to zombie smashing skills

He never found true love till zombies arrived.

His zombie <template> was filled with deadly <slot>s

His zombie performance: longer than his acting career.

He attributed his style to fighting zombie hordes.

She removed her brightness filter and blinded zombies.

His fake id (attribute) still stopped zombies dead.

The zombie contagion spread through unprotected computer networks.

You’d think every zombie-killing element would be draggable.

The zombie contagion came weeks after the pandemic.

Her rapid fire <p> tags punched out hordes.

Social distancing during a zombie pandemic’s very important.

He fought zombies with a <table> and chairs.

When he asked her out she said “Braaains!”

He stopped the horde with a single <li>

The apocalypse came without any moans or screams.

He punched the zombie in the <i> tag.

Even zombie dinosaurs couldn’t get past his border.

They fortified themselves against the apocalypse with <strong>

His love life floundered during the zombie apocalypse.

She called <hr> about her hands-less zombie coworker.

The zombie apocalypse followed the Internet‘s break down.

She punched zombies with her <ruby> ringed fist.

Zombies thought Abraham Lincoln had really tall brains.

He <address>ed the zombie with a blunt cudgel.

Zombie halitosis won them most of the apocalypse.

She smacked zombie with <head>, <header>, and headings.

The zombies got to Santa, then every child… 

She bludgeoned the zombie with < and >

Zombie labor wasn’t the rich resource he expected.

The zombies must submit to your all-powerful <input>.

The zombie embraced his beloved wife and chomped.

He cleared the zombies with a nuclear <area>

The horde showed up at the voting polls.

<input> a number and countdown to Apocalypse’s End.

He shook the zombie’s hand right off it.

Hidden <input>s are the spies of the post-apocalypse.

“Zombies’re great pets. No care or feeding required.”

He kept a <meter> between himself and zombies.

Zombie rats spread the contagion like… the plague.

She divided the horde with <div> after <div>

The Apocalyptic zombies went viral… on the planet.

She kicked the zombies with her steel-toed <footer>

From what I see… zombies can’t fly… yet.

Even her <legend> smacked the zombies into history.

“Undead does NOT mean unlovable!”
“It kinda does…”

He phoned in zombie destruction with telephone links

The zombie’s kiss was her last, fateful memory

He tried to put zombies on the <dl>.

The zombie agreed with whichever political candidate spoke.

He used <h1> through <h6> to behead zombies.

“You don’t want zombie in-laws? Why ever not?”

He hit zombies with <head> and <body> shots

When zombies say “bookish” they mean “rather tasty.”

He hit the zombie with a ninjitsu <blockquote>.

His eyes lit up when she mentioned brains.

“Wouldn’t <u> stop the zombie gnawing your head?”

The zombie-robot apocalypse wasn’t very enjoyable for humanity.

She was the very <img> of zombie death.

The zombie horde crashed the scholar’s dinner party.

He <input> the month of the zombie’s end.

The zombie wolf bat’s allegiances were very confused.

She <track>ed the zombies into accessible, captioned submission.

He noticed the apocalypse lurking in her eyes.

“Zombie, the only <object> <param>eter you get’s death!”

She liked Instagram influencers better after the apocalypse

His datetime <input> punched zombies into next week.

The hoarder couldn’t run when the horde arrived.

He silenced zombies with a <kbd> and saxophone.

The zombie horde stopped off for ice cream

She threw > like boomerangs of zombie death.

The politician blamed his infidelity on the apocalypse.

A Zombie with weapons is a dangerous attribute.

The zombie dog couldn’t fetch its other legs.

He “painted” the zombie targets with <mark> tags

“Till death do us part.”
“He’s a zombie!?!?”

The mad scientist <input> time, outputted zombie apocalypse.

The lawyer convention wasn’t different after the apocalypse.

He tried <input>ing her phone number. Got apocalypsed.

Zombies loved eating at Applebee’s… the customers anyway.

The zombies disappeared into cages of HTML comments.

To everyone’s dismay, the apocalypse ended Taco Tuesday.

He threw an <hgroup> around the zombie menace.

The movie star couldn’t fathom his post-apocalyptic unimportance.

He criticized zombies in <summary>, eviscerated with <details>

The zombie horde crashed the Mensah convention’s luncheon

Only her accesskey attribute could stop the horde

“How is a horde of politicians any different?”

Fashion Police stopped the horde with elemental <style>

She loved a zombie more than her life.

It was her <source> of zombie fighting power

He learned why she left: She’s a zombie.

“I love <u> more than zombies love braaains”

The apocalypse was linked to Anastasia Peppercorn’s meltdown.

General Killmore set the zombie’s inputmode to death.

There was no plague. Meetings created the zombies.

“Zombie!” she screamed and slapped <em> (with prejudice).

“No. Windows Defender won’t stop the zombie virus.”

That zombie’s as cute as a (submit) <button>

The reanimated corpse was more popular than him

She filed the <input> under Z: zombie destruction.

The clown and the zombie scared each other.

She flung lang attributes at the zombie’s head.

Zombies’ halitosis won them most of the apocalypse.

The zombie tried to reset apocalyptic <input>. Failed.

The UFO abducted a zombie. Never came back.

Captain Autocapitalization didn’t last long against the zombies.

“Wrong! Zombie Bob loves me for my mind!”

He bashed the zombie with a hidden <input>

“That zombie moan’s a ‘hunting’ call not ‘mating.’”

He turned back the horde with deft <dd>

Even a superfood couldn’t stop the zombie contagion.

She shoved <pre>formatted text down the Zombie’s gullet.

She sued the zombie neurologist for surgical eating.

Even her <meta> thoughts were deadly to zombies.

“No. Why would a zombie neurologist be ironic?”

His special <optgroup> ran missions behind zombie lines.

“Rotten breath. Shuffling gate…”
“Zombie?”
“My basement-dwelling son.”

Her <svg> moves stopped hordes with vector style.

His zombie friend saw his website and exploded.

His little <bdi>s saw to the apocalypse’s end.

“Let’s have even more meetings!” said the zombies.

He searched the apocalyptic world for her <input>.

The zombie horde had braaains on the brain.

Her apocalyptic weapons were <small>, <strong>, and deadly. 

First trolls then zombie bots plagued the Internet.

The url of <input>s oversaw the zombie destruction.

All the shapes ran from the shuffling zomboids.

His range <input> hit zombies at a distance.

Zombies and relatives ruin holidays with their moaning.

He edited out the apocalypse with contenteditable updates.

He cradled her grasping, undead arm with longing.

He flung custom HTML slots at the horde.

They whacked him, but the undead love revenge.

She <link>ed her CSS file of utter doom.

Sports ate my Dad’s brain before the apocalypse.

He <input> the password and nuked the horde.

The dogs barked themselves hoarse at the apocalypse.

Her <noscript> backup, still smashed zombies with ease.

“I call this perfume ‘Apocalyptica!’”
“Not ‘Dumpster Fire?’”

Her <section> fought the horde to a standstill.

“The clown apocalypse is no laughing matter, son.”

Even her fancy <title> smashed the zombie hordes.

When the apocalypse happened, he stayed in bed.

He <input> the date of the zombies’s demise.

“The apocalypse increased people’s tolerance for my smell.”

Her med school’s <!DOCTYPE> attracted and repelled zombies.

She complained to her boss about the apocalypse.

His <video controls> put zombies under his command.

After the apocalypse, the webmaster learned her value.

He punched the zombie in the dir attribute

The mime survived the apocalypse in his box.

She <track>ed the zombies into accessible, captioned submission.

“The dinosaurs are zombies?”
“Yes.”
“That’s awesome!”
“No.”

The hidden element still blasted the zombie hordes.

“My dreams’re filled with zombie dinosaurs”
“Nightmares?”
“No.”

His <textarea> diary smashed zombies with every whine.

The T-Rex stomped the zombies till it feasted.

He fought the horde with a nuclear <sub>

The zombies pressed forward despite the squirrel hordes.

At the <cite> of her, zombies finally died.

The zombie dinosaurs overwhelmed the pitiful human defenses.

He gave the zombie-ette <ruby> necklaces of pain.

“Zombies took over last night.”
“Awwww, Man. Again?”

The Grammar Police threw spellcheck at the horde.

He’s the alpha male of the zombie horde.

He couldn’t follow the <script>, still smashed zombies.

“Zombies have corporate jobs. The apocalypse is official.”

She hit the reset <button> on the apocalypse.

The three-legged zombie dog fetched his own leg.

She was part of the zombie-fighting <ins> crowd.

She watched political pundits to hide from zombies.

He punched the zombies in their ever-lovin’ <base>

His shirt said “I survived zombie school” ironically.

Like an armory, <html> holds your zombie-killing weapons.

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

She radio-buttoned <input> to stop the zombie advance.

The dog happily returned with the zombie’s forearm

BO attracts zombies, but <bdo> 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.