Post-Apocalyptic Zombie StoryI could barely breathe. My legs ached, my head was pounding, and I could feel my throat burning with every breath I took. I'd been running for nearly an hour, and it felt like there was someone sitting on my chest. Checking over my shoulder for the thousandth time, I saw the sun hanging low in the sky. It would be dark soon, I needed to find somewhere safe.
My fleeing took me to downtown Singleton. Or, downtown what-was-once-Singleton. Paint had started to chip long ago. Fragments of glass from shattered windows lay on the sidewalk. Inside of the stores, shelves were tipped over from the hysterical public. Nearly any edible food had been expired for months, and weather had taken its toll on most places that could be used as shelter.
I had spent the last year and a half on my own. The hordes got to my family, and any of my friends that survived the initial attacks had fled. During the few trips I'd made into the city, I had never seen another living person. In the panic, everyone piled
Brain crackEarly morning sunlight streamed through the windows, reflecting off of the dust motes in the stale air. A half dozen people were scattered around the terminal. The only sounds were halfhearted conversations in hurried French and food carts setting up.
I've always loved airports, especially in the morning. But this specific morning it was hard to enjoy. Having slept less than an hour, I was somewhat desensitized to my surroundings. Being only half-aware of the warm coffee in my hand and having only a vague idea of where I was, it took quite a while to realize that the tugging on my arm wasn't my just head throbbing with exhaustion.
I seemed to have forgotten why I was there. At least, that's what it felt like. However, when I saw the hand gently jerking my arm, a rush of realization washed over me. I hadn't forgotten the reason I was there, but instead, I never knew it in the first place.
My eyes, sore with fatigue, followed the hand to its arm, and the arm to its owner. I was here beca
Dear KatherineDear Katherine,
It stormed last night,
I know how you love the rain
You've been gone for only a short amount of time
But it feels like much longer
Months, years even
I've been thinking about you,
More about us, actually
I have a confessi
I have something to tell y
I need to say someth
There's something I have to get off my ch
The house is empty without you
The bed is cold in the morning
And it's only the beginning
You'll be gone much longer
We need to talk about
This is hard, but
I'm sorry that it's taken so lo
Write back soon
I miss you
Ever felt writey?Ugly thing. Abomination. You don't mean anything. Less than nothing. Pointless and wandering. You run from nothing. Your fear is tangible. Afraid of everything, stupid creature. Afraid of ink and of quill. Afraid of wind and of grass. Are you afraid of me? Do you fear me? I would be surprised if you did not. However, you are a disgusting animal with no mind. A beast of no intelligence, one that fears what it should not, and defies any definition of ordinary. So a lack of fear towards me would befit you. I should conclude you do not fear me. Another thing that makes you a revolting fool.
Vengeful master, king of loathing and of chaos. You hold so much power, and exercise all of it, whenever possible. Torture and carnage rule your mind, and there is no sign of peace. No rest. You say you love me, but pain is all you provide to me. A pain beyond physicality, beyond mentality. A pain that reaches into the depths of one's very soul. For a being such as yourself, your intelligence leaves muc