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.

I vanished!

Gah. I took a "week" and it lasted a month. Sorry! I haven't been very good at writing original fiction at the moment. I'm going to post only once a week for the next few months. Hopefully, I'll get back into the swing of writing soon and I'll be able to update more.

Taking the week off

I'm working on some writing that doesn't fit in the 1500 words or less format. I'm taking a week to dedicate myself to it. :) see y'all in a week!

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.

               

Poem on the spot!

Something came up today and I completely forgot to post here. I'm on the wrong computer, so instead of a normal post- I'll write a poem on the spot! It'll probably be crap :)

Today I went to therapy
For once, someone understood me
I try and tell my family when I'm in pain
Too bad they never seem to get it
Sometimes things just suck

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There you go! A poem on the spot.. about my day :) it's hard writing poetry with no real inspiration. It doesn't come out as good as my usual stuff.

Nightmare II

Title: Nightmare (II)
Word Count: 54
Story Notes:

Sleep now, the day is long over

And now the night is almost gone

And when tomorrow brings the dawn

Every nightmare that sweats your brow

Everything that haunts you now

Will be gone until the night

And everything will be aright

I’ll stay by your side here

‘Till there’s nothing left to fear.

Blue

Title: Blue
Author: Samantha Goode
Word Count: 41
Story Notes:



Blue

Like the color of her eyes
That gazed down at me

I look up
And touch my lips to hers

We are one
As one can be

But it’s not love
Because love doesn’t exist

Love is but a word