Death's Offspring Chapter 7/8Chapter 7-Bumping Into YouDeath's Offspring Chapter 7/86 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
(Shawn's Point Of View)
It was the end of the school day.I haven't seen Kristy since she just jolted out of the lunchroom.She was talking to herself,like she had heard something calling her name.She even asked questions but they didn't prefer to me.
But I have to find Kristy...and tell her the truth about my arm.You see,I wasn't stabbed by my father..I was actually shot trying to protect my father..from Kristy's mother.I'm not getting into that situation and spoil it for later.
I sat outside on my porch in front of my house,wearing nothing but black shorts and boots.My head was throbbing from lying to her..my cold black heart can't stand lying to Kristy.She is so much like me and I'm so much like her.I have to admit..I think I have fallen in love with her since I met her years ago.
I shook my head,stood up,and began to head to the school.I knew she would go back there because the school garden soothes her from any of her troubles.The sun was out and it was ve
Nihil Many days had lulled by since the mysterious destruction of the frequencies. All connections to the outside world have ceased. One by one, all utility poles malfunctioned and perished. As a consequence, electronic devices fizzled out, and the only remaining signs of life were the drone of the white noise. The pulsating vision of the grayscale vibrations, hissing.Nihil 8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It began with the loss of the radio stations, and the repetition of a word. It was Latin I think; a disembodied voice lethargically echoed it like an old vinyl record. Nihil…nihil…nihil. I had to look it up in one of the few resources I had. According to countless translations, it meant nothing. Not long after that, just about everything of modern civilization went copout. The voice stopped upon this new development, like it was some sort of…prophecy of future events, a countdown.
Come to think of it, it was spoken in the same way…Nihil (10)…Nihil (9)…Nihil (8)…