Dear False Positive Readers,
This is Ashley Walton, Mike’s sister and editor of False Positive. I have really terrible, awful news and a tiny bit of good news.
You might have noticed it’s been a couple years since we’ve posted anything on this website. Well, brace yourself for the saddest update I’ll ever share.
ME: Would still qualify as a happy ending for a False Positive story. LOL!!!
What’s for breakfast? Leftovers!
Now it’s a transition, right?
Some fresh meat curing on the porch and a furry new friend enjoying a few maestro-flavored drippings!
LOL!!! The hunted has become the… searcher of scraps?
… STILL a better lovestory than Twilight.
Smoke at night, nothing in the day ….
You know fire will weaken the chains, right?
I imagine that since it’s cold. The two in the ground are still good. Next frame one grave dug up, other grave dug up, finally someone gets lost and stumbles on the cabin and asks for dinner. She replies that dinner will be done in a few minutes. Transition. It’s the only way it can end happy.
I love the way you think.
If I understood correctly, those graves are home to her Children….dunno if she will really go that far – or even if the chains are long enough.
@Honzinator – yes, repeated heating and rapid cooling will make iron, even steel quite brittle.
But given the whole interior of the shack at her disposal, that long way should not be neccesary. I saw cast iron pans, a stone foundation for the oven, the oven itself. I´d say a days had work tops to shatter that baby.
Did they died?
Nobody commented on the fact that our good friend the blue eyed fox is now standing at the doorstep, sniffing the porch ?
I did not see the cunning little vixen. Thanks bbr.