Apocalypse Island/ExcerptThe moon lit up the camp as the man slept lightly, always remaining vigil. He had chosen to remain on his own, ever since the beginning of the undead apocalypse. He had always been somewhat of a loner. He had no wife, no family to speak of on the island. He thought to himself, amidst the chaos of the unravelling of society that he ought to remain alone, and out of sight of the military. For the military, during this time, was acting on its own behalf. No orders from Washington, no higher ups, no red tape, no morals to distract them from their task at hand. The military's only perspective was to eliminate the threat of the undead and other survivors alike. Mass murders occurred at the points of their weapons. Selfishly hoarding any and all supplies they could find, to ensure their own survival they pried weapons, food, water and ammo out of their victim's lifeless hands. The light from the small camp fire slowly faded as the fire dwindled and fell to ashes.
Our Dire FateA world condemned to a dire fateOur Dire Fate3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Putrid corpses, forgotten forces of death and destruction, risen to destroy.
Ripping away, and tearing decay, from what is left, of humanity.
Spreading forward to consume it all, foundations destined to fall, upon us all.
Ripping away, and tearing decay from what is left of humanity.
No way, to delay, this decay, no replay.
Dead HorizonsDeep in a nightmare of sleep, his boney finger twitched rapidly and grazed over the trigger of his double barrelled shotgun. He was suddenly ripped out of sleep as the deafening shotgun round was discharged, narrowly missing his head. As he gathered his thoughts, he realized he had fallen asleep on the rooftop balcony. With hunger biting at his stomach, he gradually brought himself to his feet and scanned the morning horizon, as he had done countless times before. The pounding on the rooftop door began almost immediately, and quickly grew unnerving. His body turned cold, and felt as if it were shutting down. He then retreated into his den and collapsed near the threshold. Unknown to him, this particular sunrise would be his last.Dead Horizons3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He was awoken by a sharp, thumping pain in his stomach. He slowly reached for a bottle of what was left of his murky rain water. He took the last sip of the life giving substance and wet his dry, chapped lips. All the joints in his body cracked and popped as h
Apocalypse Island/Excerpt IIThe man suddenly heard slow, lumbering footsteps approaching his vicinity. He laid down his pack and shouldered his crossbow. The man carefully scanned the jungle for any signs of the undead. He could smell a mixture of decaying flesh and feces in the air. He then spotted an undead male, no more than 18 years old, shuffling towards him. He had numerous bullet wounds scattered over his torso, and a shotgun wound revealed his insides. Blood stained his face and neck and tainted his already soiled clothing. The man carefully advanced for a better shot. The undead's eyes were sunken in and glazed over with a blue-moon hue. His lips snarled as he drew closer, revealing pieces of rotted meat stuck in his teeth. The man got within 20 feet of his target and steadied his crossbow, aiming directly at the forehead of the undead. He pulled the trigger, releasing the bolt and this tortured soul from his nightmare of gluttonous hunger.Apocalypse Island/Excerpt II3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The DirtPeople go their whole lives without moving more than the dirt their buried under, rotting in endless droves, shovelling their graves.The Dirt3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
They dig with bloody splintered hands, and kiss regret with the tip of their shovels.
I can hear their screams, their muffled. I can hear them suffer, bleeding.
Dig no less than six feet under.
God said to me that their not worth my air, Satan then chimed the funeral bell.
God replied to me that he doesn't care, bury them six feet closer to hell.
People go their whole lives without moving more than the dirt their buried under, rotting in endless droves shovelling their graves.
Dead Horizons/Excerpt"The End It brings with it the beginning of a world without sin!Dead Horizons/Excerpt3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A world without judgement or religion! No forms of government! No egos to please! No false idols to worship!
For these beliefs, morals, and values die with the men that create them!"
Armageddon It OnI was going one way, he was going the other.Armageddon It On8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"The west has fallen," he said. Behind him was nothing but flat land coated with dust, ash and cremains.
"The east is gone," I added. I'd come from a sunken warship of a seaboard, where the land was soggy and everything smelled like whatever gases were escaping from bloated corpses.
Where was there left to go?
"Someone told me that the north is nothing but ice and frozen bodies," he told me.
"The south is rife with disease," I said.
We were sitting on a bench, just a bench in a simple town. It wasn't a special place, and before the shitstorm, it probably still wasn't special to anyone but the people who lived there. They were all dead now, rotting against the window panes and flattened on the streets. I'd accidentally ran over one on my way in, and the head had popped off like the cap on a full tube of toothpaste.
He smelled like dust, like the west. He had a fine layer of sand on his boots still.
the world was built for two."Can I light you up?"the world was built for two.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He catches me when I'm pulling my last cigarette of the night out from my clutch. I don't reply at first. I simply place the sin stick between my lips, give him a nod, and he flicks a similar make from somewhere inside his suit jacket. The first drag I take is a good one. It's a habit that's grown on me since I came to this city.
"Thank you," I breathe, exhaling smoke.
"Happy to help," he replies with a smirk. "The service here is terrible."
I snort a quick laugh and lift my eyes to the remains of the bartender. He's still standing after all of this time, though it won't be long until his femur finally gives in and he's reduced to another pile of bones on the floor. It's funny to think he died that way, but almost everyone left the world in the position they lived every day.
"What's a girl gotta do to get a vodka cran?" I giggle.
"This place has seen better days, believe me. Ba