Cursed Objects

Sunshine Zombiegirl
Nov 6 · 6 min read

My name is “Monkey’s Paw.” Nice to meet you.

Photo by Leonardo Yip on Unsplash

I remember the good old days. You know — the one where cursed objects made a real difference.

I don’t recall when I was born (no one does, duh!), but I have a lot of good memories from my past. Like denying Lancelot, Guinevere, and King Arthur a happy ending. Was it my fault that they passed me around like a candy bowl at a LAN party? They deserved what they got.

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Thanks to Indira Reddy

Sunshine Zombiegirl

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Existential editor. Mostly alive sort of undead, jack of all trades, master of none, but better than a master of one. AKA Kate sunshinezombiegirl@protonmail.com

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