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Hung up Love
So, here is the thing: I am an orphan in possession of a heart-shaped locket which will end up being the death of me. But I am getting ahead of myself. My name is Danyella Cogendure and I had survived a zombie apocalypse. Yes, I get it, zombies are overdone, but hear me out. This zombie apocalypse occurred once a majority of the world's population had obtained a Coronavirus vaccine a few years ago. It was sudden, and it was terrifying, even for a twenty-two-year-old who would rather spend her nights watching gruesome horror films than go outside. I only figured out what the problem was because I heard grunting in my house, only to discover my own parents feasting on my little brother's brain, and I just knew I was next. I ran back into my room, and shut the door, packed my duffel bags with whatever I could quickly get my hands on; clothes, the various weapons I kept in my room, and of course the heart-shaped locket I always wore that had the pictures of my family inside of it. After that, I grabbed my car keys and escaped from my window to get to my car, panting. I have been constantly fighting and hiding zombies ever since that day, and it has been a lonely existence. There are a few days when I want to just give in and allow them to get to me, but then my fight-or-flight instinct kicks in and I automatically want to fight for such a waste of life. I wanted to be a nurse, and was going to school for it, only for this to be my life. Killing zombies and saving myself. I suffered with my mental health even before everything crumbled around me, and I could not even get ahold of my boyfriend or best friend, and even swung by their places but they are just gone. I am entirely alone, with only the locket to remind me of some of the ones I loved.
By Angel Keller5 years ago in Fiction
Waver
Swirly gray clouds moved inch by inch across the colorless sky, you could only really tell they moved at all if you were perfectly still, straining your eyes towards the heavens. It was a simple thing, but it was worth remembering that nature continues to move as if nothing had happened. There was flagrant defiance in the slow moving clouds, whispers of arrogance in the full grey sky that teased at rain. There would be no rain, but the sky wanted you to remember, in its own cruel way it wanted you to hope.
By Kavi Elwyn5 years ago in Fiction
When He Slips Back In
Every once in a while, she is wonderfully sure that a portal opens between the life she finds herself trapped in, and his, the next. She hears a song on the radio play more frequently than other days, and she smells his cologne in the strangest of places, at the oddest of times, surrounded by unfamiliar faces and unknown voices. She abruptly awakens in the middle of the night, sure that she felt his hand clutch hers, as he delicately whispers her name.
By Author Alice VL5 years ago in Fiction
Bully
One SEVENTH GRADE SUCKS! Had I known seventh grade was going to be so different from sixth grade, I would have stayed home. I stood at the end of the sandy driveway, barefoot, waiting for the bus. My desperate attempt at iridescent fishscale trousers were a dull hand-me-down from one of my cousins that lived in Aspen. Too much time had passed, and the sparkle the scales once held were dull now. “They are nearly years ahead the fashion trend in Aspen,” my mother had said as I grumpily put the trousers on. They were tight, and fit well, but they didn’t shine with a kaleidoscope of colors like they were supposed to. Just one more thing to get made fun of about at school. <Ugh! Seventh grade…>
By Nathan Charles5 years ago in Fiction
From the Stars
There are times when I want to rip the locket from around my neck, and let it fall never to be seen again. The silver, heart-shaped pendant is a constant reminder of what I lost, and yet it is a comfort. When the pain becomes too much I grip the charm close to my heart, squeeze my eyes shut, and will the world to go back to the way it was. A year ago I was celebrating my college graduation, and subsequent engagement to the love of my life. I was happy-go-lucky, but that changed all too quickly.
By Maysen Matthews 5 years ago in Fiction
Suburban Zombies
Seven years ago, which now seems like a lifetime, everything was different. The birds would sing their songs in the morning as I got around for school. I would go downstairs, kiss my mother on her cheek and grab some food for the bus. We would say goodbye for the day with a “See ya later alligator!” and “Not for a while Crocodile!” Our goofy exchange resulted in a giggle from both of us. My mom worked in a big science facility, what exactly she did was confidential. But, I knew it was important. She would leave shortly after I did in the mornings, but most nights she wouldn't be home until after my elder sister and I were in bed. Our Dad worked for the local police department on the night shift, so he would be leaving shortly after dinner and sleeping while we were at school. Everybody’s schedules were so scattered, but we still had the weekends for family time. Family time usually amounted to us helping mom in the garden, or learning “survival skills '' in the woods with dad. Amanda is two years older than me, so she was just about to graduate high school and she planned to move to California in a few months for college. She really made me want to go there too, but I think that was just so we wouldn't be so far away.
By Autumn Lawson5 years ago in Fiction
The Arrivals
They found the first one in the backseat of a yellow taxicab in New York city. The driver was interviewed by Ellen and Oprah – 15 minutes of fame as they replayed the viral video again and again. He leant back in their deep couches, his silk shirt open at the neck, black hair sprouting over the top like a 70’s porn star. He threw his arms around wildly as he performed for their cameras – feigned surprise at the baby appearing where a moment before there had been none. The audience laughed, lapping it up. Critics accused him of trickery – was it staged? A CGI effect, perhaps, or an accomplice off-screen? His interviews added nothing to the story – the simple fact was, he didn’t know. Nobody did.
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Fiction
Sally
It was stuffy in his special place, the dusty wooden support beams constricting his movements. It didn’t used to be such a tight fit, but times had changed. He had gotten bigger, although he didn’t feel like he had. In his mind, he was still only ten, but he knew that wasn’t the case. His body showed the effects of age. His hair was longer, as were his fingernails, which tapped out a rhythmic pattern on the thin plaster in front of him.
By Jude Bolick5 years ago in Fiction
Rush
Chapter Three Crash, Bang, Boom A car door slamming outside my window jolts me out of a deep sleep. I get up to peek outside, to see Parker stumbling around to the back of the house. "Subtle" I groan. I make my way downstairs to let him in. When I open the door, Parker falls face first through the doorway. Rolling my eyes, assuming he is drunk, I reach down for him. "Come on Parker, let's get you to bed." He moans a garbled reply, but when I grab his hand it is slick. Then the stench of wet pennies hits my nostrils.
By Dominique Stedge5 years ago in Fiction
When the Sun don't shine
In a deceptively, devilish, distorted dystopian reality, little David had adapted quickly to this world of upside down truths. This was his reality, and navigating through it took skill and wits, not to mention luck of serious caliber to survive a days’ worth of adventure here.
By Jody Randall5 years ago in Fiction
