She took one sip, or maybe it was two sips, before it dawned on her to look at the glass of warm Pepsi she picked up just seconds before. 822 more words
2 days, 20 hours
The world swam in indiscernible blobs of color as the toxin coursed through his veins. His thoughts jumbled into one big, incoherent mess.
The ringing in his ears drowned out the screams of his companions. 103 more words
Stories without end
1. Regrets and mistakes, they’re memories made
2. Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying
3. We traded in our innocence and sacrificed our youth… 490 more words
“What is this stuff?” Mary asked.
Victor knelt before the multicolored goop flowing down the hillside. “It moves like lava.”
“That’s not lava.”
“It looks to be biological.” Victor examined a small sample on the end of a twig. 154 more words
She stood on the crest of the hill; watched the children playing in the valley below near the long unused logging road. It’d been six years since she’d seen a truck traverse that old road; six years since John’s accident. 62 more words
1 month, 1 week
When the plague first hit we were too stupid and oblivious to know it. We all thought it was the flu. We were wrong. We found that out when the infected started dying. 146 more words
1 month, 3 weeks
let me tell you...
it’s not unusual, when so focus on one’s own writing project, to hit a wall. it’s these moment when writing just to write is very important. 438 more words