Thursday, February 24, 2011

Foggy Appearances

This little piece was part of a challenge from Diana E. Backhouse's photos on 6 Sentences... So here goes...

Foggy Appearances

He watched out the window at the advancing fog snaking its way around the converted medieval chapel he now called home, and knew she was coming for him. Her appearances were far and few between, but today her voice echoed the halls, its sound chilling to the bones no matter how close to the fire he sat. As evening drew near, an ache in his neck began to throb and he nervously paced across his study using his hand to try and damper the thud-thud of shooting pain. With each strike of the clock he found himself checking out the window toward the remains of the old cemetery. By Midnight, there was nothing he could see outside the window for the fog had grown to thick. He didn’t hear her silent footsteps, for she glided above the ground, but did feel the sharp pain as she sank her fangs into his neck; he took note as black clouded his mind that this time she would drain him dry and that later in the week there would be a fresh grave someone else would stare at long into the future.

Friday, February 18, 2011

What Was It Like?

Well, it was about three months into the zombie apocalypse. You think your old Gran is kidding huh? Right… just because most of us don’t want to talk about them days doesn’t mean they didn’t exist.

I know, I know, you think I’m just a senile old‘un, just like you did when I mentioned a thing we called the internet, and computers, yes, my dears, we are definitely in the dark ages again.

Why don’t I have any journals? God you kids are pushy today aren’t you? Well, let me tell you, besides not wanting to remember everything that happened when we thought the world was going to end, but it just wasn’t feasible to carry around all them god-damn notebooks and paper. We didn’t have power for years so we couldn’t keep our computers running.

Yes, yes, I’m getting off topic. April 12, it was a few days after my birthday, and I remember thinking if we only knew when Easter was officially going to be, I’d been on the road with your Mom and Aunt and hadn’t seen a calendar for a little while, I was marking days on a stick so I felt like I could know the date if nothing else. I still had a watch so I could see the time, that felt good.

Hey, any little thing you knew when you met people made you feel a little good, at least we knew we were a little more superior than the zombies.

Well, it was weird, I remember watching the tv- now don’t start that again, I told you about the television before, mind sucking boxes, and the news came on.

Do you want me to tell the damn story or not?

Not a story, history, quit being smart asses or I’ll go back to bed and take another nap.

You know what, you little shits, talk to me about it tomorrow, and maybe I’ll tell you more.

Yeah, yeah, whatever, go see if your mom needs help.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

In Memory of Our Loving Friend

I woke up this morning to the news that a dear friend of mine had passed away. Not knowing what to say to friends and family of Little Evan, I instead was inspired to write this:

In Memory of Our Loving Friend - Evan G. Wilcock II

It’s winter with the call of spring
The clouds have opened
Letting down all its pain
Tomorrow with a touch of snow
We’ll see a world cleansed.

The moon almost full
Absorbs our cries, and
After she sets tonight-
The sun will rise;
Warming us with your smile.

You have touched so many of us
In ways you probably never known
Tonight Heaven mourns with us,
But with tomorrow’s calm
We’ll know you've found peace.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

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Sunday, February 13, 2011

Vivid Dreams

There are times that I can tell you where some of my dreams originate from, like dreams of serial killers (falling asleep to watching too many episodes of Criminal Minds), or Werewolves (Van Helsing and Underworld 1, 2, and 3 all in one weekend), but others catch me completely off guard. Like the other night for example. I woke up, my heart racing after living a dream of the “Zombie Apocalypse” yes the Zombie Apocalypse… Even more disturbing was the appearance of a group of Cannibals that I met after stopping at a place near the waterfront to trade supplies. I evaded them once, but after they captured remaining members of my group, I had to go back, I couldn’t leave them to such a horrible fate, not with zombies around. We managed to escape by the skin of our teeth and swim to safety only to live to fight another zombie filled day.