Good Intentions_Brain Dead_A Cup of Coffee by Dawn_Turned Away
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Good Intentions
“Well, well, well. . . If it isn’t the illustrious Sandra Salvatore. I never thought I’d see you again, dear sister. And in one of my cells, no less! How delightful.” “Heh, I’m honestly surprised you’ve got enough grey matter left between those cauliflower ears to think at all, Becca, much less taunt.” “I see you have still got that same lip. I guess some things never change.” “And some things do. You’re helping these invaders oppress your own bloody people? Look at yourself, Becca. I knew you were a self-serving narcissist, but I never pegged you for a traitor.” “Ha-ha, that’s rich coming ...
Brain Dead
Zombies. Jessie hated apocalyptic novels because they were always the same. It was always zombie virus this, infection that. The novels had bored her to no end before The Event. Now, she just wished she could go back to the normal world with zombies that were only present in stories. The Event was the zombie outbreak, but no one wanted to talk about it. It was given a neutral nickname and then speaking of it was forbidden. At first, The Event did not seem overly terrifying. Scientists had found a new species of beetle and got overly excited about it. They took a couple back to a lab and ...
A Cup of Coffee by Dawn
Here I am sitting by myself in the middle of the night. Thankful that the café owner gladly let me stay for a while, the truth is I’ve been running away from home for a week now. Sitting alone in this city is so safe that my parents might have thought that I was playing at my friend’s house. Isn’t it amazing? How they didn’t file any report to the police just yet and didn’t even make an effort to find their one and only daughter.I look around at the crowded place. Everything was covered in black and brown, everyone to me looking dead and pale as they wave at me. Greetings to me the only living...
Turned Away
By the time I stepped outside, the www.onedoor.ccleaves were on fire. Jennifer put a lighter to one to see if she could tempt the maple out of it and torched the rest. It was out of a senseless principle but it was a principle that smelled like burnt maple. Lord knew she thought this was a way to craft maple syrup but you couldn't sway her another way. I was stunned but not shocked because she first bought the lighter to burn a straw dummy of her college ex-boyfriend. “I need maple syrup and Mother Nature won't tell the leaves to lend me some,” she hunched over and scraped a fresh pile of maple leaves to bu...