Tittle: Zombie
Word Count: 306
Story Notes: I love this story. It's kind of dark.

I step onto the grass. There is no one here that I know. Logically, I know that it shouldn’t matter, but it does. I know I’m not here to hang out with my friends. I have a job to do. One last job before I die. The masses are hungry and they need to be fed.

I remember coming here last year with Kimmy, my best friend. We sat on a blanket eating hummus on pita and drinking chilled green tea. We were laughing about something stupid. I think it was a boy.

Kimmy was the first to go.

They weren’t supposed to be real. They were just stories; campfire nightmares and movie theatre horrors. But when they came, they weren’t the way we always thought they’d be- they were smart. Smarter than before, and they were the only ones who could figure out how to reverse the effects. How to change back.

But they were so hungry.

It only affected men, and they only eat women. The disease was spreading and it needed to stop. If they were going to stop it, they needed to be fed. One girl could feed a group of them for weeks and when they were fed they could work. When they were fed, they could study to find a cure. They were so close, but I won’t be here when the cure was discovered. I have a job to do.

 They cry as they grab me. They whisper that they’re sorry. I feel my arms rip away. They bite my breasts and my thighs, a cruel imitation of sex. I wish I could believe that everything will be okay, but my father kissed me goodbye this morning. I’ve never seen him so sad. Not even when mom died. Not even when Teddy changed. Teddy can be saved. I’m dinner.

To Whoever Finds This Letter

Tittle: To Whoever Finds This Letter
Word Count: 123
Story Notes: If this story seems unfinished, it is because I never quite could finish it. I like it as a fragment. We know that Jamie thinks he is the most important person in the world, we just don't know WHY he thinks this.

    To whoever finds this letter,

                

               My name is Jamie Myers; I’m 28 years old and live in a one room apartment.  I have never dated anyone over 3 months, never worked a job longer than a year and have never owned an animal that has lived over two years. I’m average build and slightly below average weight, I have brown hair and eyes and a medium white complexion. I never went to college.

                It may seem strange to lay everything out so quickly, but strange seems fitting of the past few days. I just wanted to get the fact that I’m nothing special out of the way before dropping this bomb on you; I may be the most important person in the world.

               

Killer

Title: Killer
Word Count: 147
Story Notes: This one is pretty dark.

When I woke up the morning sun had spilled into the room though open blinds, filling the tiny space with light. I was still wet with blood from the night before, although some of it had dried to my skin. I glanced at Susan, or what was left of her.

 You’d think it’d be a shock, killing my best friend, but it wasn’t. Lately there had been something so off about her; at least that was what I was telling myself. Realizing that it was me that had something “off” was the best discovery of my life. I’d never felt as alive as I did cutting into Susan. The only downside about killing my best friend was that I had no one to share this feeling with.

 I wondered if I could get this place clean before someone showed up. I wondered who I should kill next.