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Chapter 4 It was like being shell-shocked. First, a loud buzzing noise dominated everything else. You could try to talk, but you wouldn’t hear anything. Everything seemed off. Looking around, you could see shadow outlines following objects. Everything had it’s own trail of identical objects following it, no matter which way you turned. Aryk knew the feeling of being shell-shocked. At some point in time, during an attack, Aryk and a few others were attempting to hold off the undead hordes. One man, a frantic little person, tried to escape through the back part of the apartment building they were holding. On his way, he accidentally

Chapter 3 Harold quickly grabbed some gauze that he had found, cutting off some of it that was already stained with someone else’s blood, and also fished around for a needle. Biting on his shirt sleeve, he began to pull apart the threads, which he then put through the needle. Walter was still on the floor, grimacing in pain and holding his arm, the glasses he wore stuck in his shaggy hair. “You damn fool. I told you to calm down, and now look at where you’re at.” Harold stopped, looking at Aryk. “I need you to help. I can’t argue whether or not you brought them here. You might have, you might not have, I can

Chapter 2 Aryk and Harold stood in the upstairs room for quite some time. Harold wouldn’t take him down to meet the others yet because most of them had gone to sleep and Harold didn’t want to disturb their sleep more then the monsters or their nightmares, most of which were intertwined. Harold went down to see if he could find Aryk a cushion to sleep on, and possibly a blanket or a pillow. When he came up after a few minutes, he brought with him a single cushion, and several dirty and torn blankets. “Sorry buddy,” Harold said, “I couldn’t find anything else that wasn’t in use. I found these in some hamper

Chapter 1 Depression sets in right away. It usually is like that with disasters, especially those on such a grand scale as this one. This one, though, isn’t like anything anyone’s ever seen before. No, this one is much larger. This one…this is the one that will determine the fate of what this tiny, once blue and peaceful planet will be. Green pastures have long given way to brown decay that envelopes this world. Death looms everywhere. It’s not just the things that are dead that are bothersome. It’s the ones that are dead, but continue on. It’s the ones that are banging profusely against the tatters of the hous

Time Conqueror, Chapter 2 "Phew," Robert exhaled as he sat on his torn and old, brown couch in front of the television. "Rough day?" Peter asked. Robert just shook his head, thinking of all the things that had gone wrong that day. There was so much that had happened, it was hard for him to even realize. His back was still aching from when the police officer threw him to the ground, and the constant headache he had that day was still pounding in his head. Leaning into the couch to relax, Robert looked to Peter and asked "how was school?" This time, Peter was the one to shake his head in exasperation. Dropping his load of books and homework o

It was a long and arduous day for Robert.   At work, the robots had malfunctioned again, leaving the workers to attend to all of the heavy work.   Though robots had since been incorporated into the work force, there were still too many flaws in their systems, routinely causing some sort of malfunction.   Over the last week, these robots, with their limited artificial intelligence capacity, had begun to break down more frequently, causing much anger on the part of the human workers, who had hopes and dreams that the robots would one day be flawless, therefore lessening their work load.   This promise and hope had begun to diminish with each pa

How did I get here? What has happened to me over these long years that have led me to this? I used to be so athletic. I used to be so agile. I used to be able to move. I used to be very mobile. Now, I sit here in the dark, cold, wet, windy nights, wondering what to do with my life. It's dark and windy in here because I cannot turn the lights on, and the fan above me creaks through its revolutions every few seconds. Every three seconds, to be exact. I've watched it move for quite some time. It's cold and wet because, well, I can't move. I'm a paraplegic. Do you think I can get up and go to the bathroom like you people can? You'd better get you

You lay beside me Gazing into my eyes I gaze back into yours Getting lost in them I begin to drift into sleep I dream of you and me Nothing else matters but you I only want to see you I close my eyes again And still see you You are all I can think about I don't want to stop When I open my eyes You are not there Panic rises in me, and I'm afraid I cannot find you anywhere I wake from my nightmare and worriedly open my eyes You are still in my arms Gazing into my eyes I relax my tense body And lose myself in your eyes When I'm in your presence I know that everything is right

The love of water and fire Is something to desire Delicately dancing around Staring without a sound Their circles are like the dancing That occurs between yang and yin Both are to balance each other Too much and the other might smother Together, they are strong They can do no wrong Dancing hand in hand They dance to a better land

Solitude is the common thread that ties us Together we stand like a vast brush When in one place, it is grand to see Look closer, and there is no glee The faces of those who stand alone Are sad and give nothing but a sigh and moan. Drawn are their faces, looking down Their attention more so on the ground. They stand, next to another of their kind, And yet they never pay them any mind. They take no joy in knowing that there are others Who are there, girls, boys, sisters, brothers. Self hatred and self torture is seen By those who need not be keen Such is their hurt, the faces of these There eyes are begging "please" The darknes