Lockdown Party_Is This Really you Joe?_Shattered_Apocalypse No
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Lockdown Party
Peering out from my bedroom window, I watched the house party over the road. Some forty or so revellers were drinking and dancing in the garden. They were ignoring the lockdown restrictions which had confined people to their homes. Without social interaction, it was no wonder they’d gone stir crazy and needed to let off steam. They must have known they’d get caught but didn’t seem to care as music shamelessly boomed. Party like it’s 1999 had become an anthem for those who wanted to ignore the law. The desire to live an active life stronger than concern over the deadly virus.They didn’t hear fo...
Is This Really you Joe?
Joe prescribed to his own theory that all class reunions were bullshit. They stood as a testament to social discourse while advertising as a social event. All lies.I mean, who in hell would want to meet up with people you barely knew during high school or college? Who? I’ll tell you who. Those kids you knew who grew up to be successful and want to shove their success down your throat. So no, Joe! You are not going to your high school reunion.Joe went to tear up his invitation but stopped. How did they know my address? I wasn’t even in the yearbook. I’m not on Facebook, Twitter or Link...
Shattered
Trigger warning: suicideSun shown through the foggy hospital window, gently lighting Zach’s face. The beeping of the heart monitor was now background noise to Awww.onedoor.ccaron. He had been pacing these hallways for days now waiting for him to open his eyes. He had been given a decision to make. The surgery could save Zach’s life, but it was also life threatening. It was too much for one person to decide.Though Zach was in a coma Aaron had hope that he would just wake up and they would laugh about the whole affair. He missed that deep hearty chuckle that was so distinctive, the light that seemed to sparkl...
Apocalypse No
Uncomprehending, Alex looked down the hazy street. Smoke drifted lazily from the storm drains and cracks in the street. People walked, as if in a dream. No one seemed to have a purpose. Did they await a sign? A flood of humanity vomited from the subway entrance into the bleak, mid-day sun. They walked aimlessly, reaching ground level and forgetting why they’d come. Their motivation appeared to come only from the press of the crowd emerging behind them. The red sky absorbed their shadows. Had their souls been stolen too? Alex looked about himself. ‘Is this the end?’ Magenta clouds spanned the...