WORLD WAR Z: Lucky[Excerpted from the blog @ ISurvivedTheZombieApocalypse.com*]WORLD WAR Z: Lucky6 years ago in Horror More Like This
[The following emotional interview was conducted between one of our esteemed reporters and a now world-renowned survivor of the events that occurred following Z-Day**. Our interviewee wishes to remain unnamed at this time, until the release of her debut non-fiction novel in mid-December, title yet to be disclosed.]
Im Im so sorry. Its just its been so hard to adjust to the way things were before. Well, as close as itll ever be, I guess. So they say. I cant just switch gears.
Thats completely understandable. Take your time. </i>
I have to tell myself over and over that this isnt just another cover up. That this isnt just the calm before the storm. Because if theres anything worse coming than what we went through already, I dont think were going to make it. Any of us. Its come to a point wh
'IB' - Chapter Eight'IB' - Chapter Eight3 years ago in Horror More Like This
Dib’s hurried pace soon slowed to a steady walk as he got closer to Zim’s base. He delayed getting there as he was both afraid and nervous of what he may find here. He actually started to second guess if this was the best thing to do, but he arrived before he knew it. Once it were visible across the road from him, Dib stopped and stared at it for a short time. He drew in a deep breath, whispering unsure words of encouragement before starting closer towards it.
Zim's base looked pretty similar on the outside, except for where his gnomes keeping his house protected had been destroyed. Though, it did seem to have an eerie aura around it which was something that hadn’t been present in the past.
Dib had made it to the front door now, staring upon it as if there were something fairly interesting about it. In reality, he was just preparing himself for what he was sure would be a quite shocking sight. Finally, he pushed the door open and flicked on the lights wi
EloquenceThe hour is late and early,Eloquence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but my mind, you see, is at a surly
sort of complex kind of whirling
feeling, and I most surely
am not this eloquent.
Sir you seem to know your disputes
well enough, indeed you are astute
at least in such a pursuit
to hide your faux repute
since you are not that eloquent.
I'll suffice this all to say
that with no more such delays
that on my mind you've stayed
for, yes, days and days, and days!
I'll never see you again,
thank God we're not that eloquent.
Heavenly FireHeavenly Fire3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The sky, consumed by
a spectral conflagration;
embers glow briefly
before the night's rising tide
completely quenches the fire.
The MedicFirst kiss,The Medic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Taste the war against my winter lips
My fists pound against her metal breast.
Turned black beneath the weight of lead.
Feed my breath into this fading ghost.
Feel her heart begin to seize.
Crystal eyes behind the mask,
No longer feel afraid.
We need you here.
My hands are not enough.
There is too much soul,
too much life,
spilled out across the deck.
A lullaby of gunfire as she lies,
a woman I never knew.
A eulogy of cannonclade,
a soldier still, as she dies.
An Intro to The LibraryAn Intro to The Library3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Six years ago the Greater Altalamatox Public Library put its small and remote home city on the map when it spilt out of the ether and onto the shores of its lake.
It's a building with a lot of history. Once part of a prestigious campus, it was last owned by a club of gents with a shared passion for illegal spellcraft and dimensional exploration, who used it to hide their howling voids into the cosmos and also their pointy hats and anything else they didn't want their wives to find. They never did accomplish discovery of a new world- or never had the satisfaction of knowing they did- but did manage one highly impressive feat which was to tuck the Library sideways between dimensions when the police came 'round to investigate. This was about a hundred and ten years ago.
The gentlemen, after their prison terms ended, never succeeded in summoning back the building. To that end they'd have to have known where it lay nearest to this world, and to their distress they were witne
To Build A HumanTo Build A Human4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wonder if I died last night.
I once wondered if I had died the night before. And that's not even the strangest thought I had that fateful day. But perhaps I should start from the beginning
I had been thinking about the troubling philosophical issue regarding the hypothetical teleportation device that uses quantum entanglement to instantaneously transfer data, then uses that data to exactly replicate the individual in the new place and simultaneously destroy the original. The new copy is like a twin with all the same memories of the original, right up to the event of the teleportation, creating a perfect illusion of transportation to everyone, including the replicant, who would have first person memory of the lifetime of the original and therefore believe himself to be the original. The only party for whom this fax machine from hell fails is the original, who is stifled by nonexistence.
So how can one be certain of this tragic flaw without experiencing it fi
Dear DeathDear Death,Dear Death6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why are you taking so long?
Did something go wrong?
Are you off sharpening your scythe?
Come back; you left my life
The medication isn't helping.
I need you to end my yelping.
Scrape the screams from inside my head,
Hover over me as I sleep in bed.
You've become my first priority.
I beg you to listen to my small minority.
We need to have a short conversation.
Please help me end this starving temptation.
Oh Death, you must come back.
End my life with just one whack.
Smirk as they slam the coffin door,
And treasure my soul for evermore.
ReceptorsYou broke me. ThereReceptors3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Was a time when I was
Free. Now I'm stuck,
Drowning in dopamine.
Helpless teen. I don't wanna say
I'm weak. Your pedestal is an
Altar only the toughest can
Take. But, I was never a fake.
My worst words were wonderful, but
Not enough. I turned to
Little blue journeys in my head:
Worldly fantasies dressed up in
Red. Love impressed upon my bed.
Now they only work for one.
From that one I run.
There's a remote
Buried in the blankets of the
Past. Somewhere between the
Bottom and the backboard.
Maybe I'll find it there
Touch the right key
Watch the red face: the shame,
The shining cheeks. The weight
Of it all, and the sighing weeks.
See the subtitles, french
j'ai t'adoré, you wench.
I take it back! I never
Meant anything I said. I
Wanted you to hear those words, make
Them lead. But now they are
Like helium, free:
Free for you and me to see.
Now they only work for one
From that one I run.
Irken Detailed InformationIrkensIrken Detailed Information9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
An Irken from birth is made a cyborg from the PAK that is implanted onto its back, & merges with its spine. Physically, Irkens are typically short humanoid aliens with insectoid traits, such as their eyes & antennae. In terms of genetics, they appear to be simpler in design than humans are, most likely made so by the control brains on Irk to make cloning simpler, while keeping the irkens stronger traits on top.
Irkens have four known organs, the brain, the stomach, the heart, & the squeedly-splooch, although the lower half of the body hasnt been seen, so any sexual organs or excretion organs are yet to be accounted for.
The Irken mouth has two rows of teeth on the top & bottom that seem to be in one two rows all connected together. The tongue is a segmented, spiked muscle that can extend longer than humans can.
The hand has only two fingers on each with an opposable thumb t
every chance i didn't take IIYou tell him about your cancer on a Sunday,every chance i didn't take II1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
in the shower of all places, in between brunch plans
and speculations about whether or not the weather
will ever get any colder - hasn't it been the strangest November?
Just the strangest.
You casually mention that somewhere
deep in the secret space between your hips
your own cells are proliferating uncontrollably,
whispering treason and passing down forgeries,
teaching each other the steps of mitosis with alarming intent.
You don't miss a beat as you drop survival percentages
mixed in with tomorrow's rain forecast
and predictions about the game later that afternoon -
easy as breathing, even as counterfeit armies
shred through the soft tissue just below
his favorite place on your spine.
And as you stand there
calmly making conversation
and sharing the last of the soap,
he watches the water
run quiet rivers
through your hair.
Lavender Town ReportLavender Town ReportLavender Town Report4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Symptoms: Headache, Migraine, bleeding from eyes or ears, mood swings, irritability, addition to games, unprovoked violence, withdrawal, unresponsiveness, and even suicidal thoughts.
Me: Even though I have listened to Lavender Town music for a long period of time I have not gotten sick or had any symptoms tied to the Lavender Town tone. One of the reasons might be that I'm old enough to not be affected much or at all. The only 'symptom' I've gotten from listening to the Lavender Town theme was a shiver. I did hear the high pitched note however.
My Dad: Even before I tested if he was affected I knew he wouldn't be able to hear it. My dad has bad hearing and so he was not able to hear the high pitched note on the Lavender Town theme. He had gotten no symptoms.
My Neighbor: I was lucky enough to get my neighbor
god can't flyIt was better when we took walks on tight-ropes,god can't fly2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and teased the stars, tickling the undersides of their bellies,
burning our fingertips,
and cooling them on pluto, faint and far,
so that when your arms outstretched to stroke it,
you had to stand on the tips of your toes, pirouetting,
ballerina with a broken neck.
'IB' - Chapter One'IB' - Chapter One3 years ago in Horror More Like This
So here it is! I am finally working on this for those of you who've been so patient. I am working on making this flow a bit better so please excuse its immense length since I have been adding a lot. I hope you guys enjoy chapter one and the rest of the story once I can get around to posting it! I am writing Dib's parts and Invader-Neo is writing Zim's. I haven't edited much of hers because she writes like a boss!
Everyone in the skool building knew it was a scientific law that when there was Zim, there was always oddities and inevitably, screaming. These screams were usually on resulting in either anger and denial at anything that could have been brought to his attention that he felt were threatening to his position and mission, or from absolutely anything that came out of his arch enemy's, Dib's, mouth. And both these oddities and screams were the very things that defined what Zim was to these humans as much as his PAK defined him as an Irken. He had
Do You Know?Alone in this world, you start to cryDo You Know?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I no longer pity you or dry your eyes
You never learned, and refused to see
Exactly what you had come to be
Up all night, looking up to the sky
Maybe one day you will realize
After frantically wishing upon a star
You might learn just what you are
MAGGOT- A short storyMAGGOT- A short story1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The boy nestled the hand grenade close to his chest . The deadly explosive felt icy cold even though the afternoon city was feverish with the summer humidity. He feared jostling it, so he walked quickly but with extreme care.
Shesh's bare feet padded as he navigated the rusting tin panels that lined the floor of this particular narrow slum alleyway. He could tell by the denseness of the air -and the smell- that he was very near the bottom levels of the many storied Sun City.
He knew they called it that because you could never see the sun this deep into the lower floors of the slums. It wasn't very clever. He figured that they just didn’t want to call it Slum City.
Cramped old apartment buildings, and scavenged bits of metal and plastic formed a rat warren of tiny overfilled dwellings and markets dozens of floors deep. Every twenty meters or so throughout Sun City, corroded water pipes and hulking bundles of cables crawled through the labyrinth like the roots of banyan tree
WrathI was created by the most agonizing fires of Hell. His majesty created me as a creature of destruction, and loathing. Of course, I honored it. It was my destiny. Being one of the seven of my brothers and sisters, I do not feel shame. I am the reason why hatred and vengence rightfully exists, why people want to behave like animals and slaughter each other, why the most gruesome of battles happen so quick and merciless, and why satisfaction sets in afterwards. I'm not as selfish as the others. I don't want your petty fortune and traits, but I do want you to understand this. You cannot live on without me.Wrath3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Hate. It can't be helped or tamed. It is just a suitable reaction if love is not there. Without any love, what exists? You can't just expect nothing, after all. And what would happen if you were to see all that love you managed to gather for so long fades away so quickly. Your heart will remain incomplete without any rage to fill in the huge space. Forgiveness can't be the answer to ever
Dead ZoneWe met on an art website—you, me, and the Sprout.Dead Zone1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thing is, the Sprout and I didn't really care about art. Only you did. But when I looked online for a school art project and found you two bickering about something pointless in the comments of a picture that had nothing to do with any of us, I signed up for the site solely for the purpose of telling you two to shut up and take it to someone who cares.
So you sent me your Skype contact.
I expected you to start the conversation with arguments or even flirtation, but instead you just asked me how my day had been, as if we'd always been friends and you were just greeting me on a lonely Tuesday night. When the Sprout joined us a few minutes later, haven taken a bit more time to accept contact with the guy who he had been arguing with earlier, his first words consisted of telling you that you typed slower than his three-year-old niece and brought the conversation to the comfortable squabbling that had taken up most of our relationship.