I am gonna tell you guys a folk tale, cuz I like folk tales. (I am already deeply enthralled) It all started in a Pine apple under the sea, there lived a block of cheese, not just any cheese. You see this cheese/Block talked. And because he was different, everyone hated him. They hated him so much that they burned him at the stake, then they sung Amazing Grace. The End.
And A little bit about myself. I am a freshmen in high-school, and fifteen years old I love video games, But I am also an expert skier and a ski instructor at Whiteface Mountain. In New York State. SKI THE EAST!!
Hello. I am a nuclear scientist working out of an underground base in a IndustrialCraft modded world, and this is my story. I had always aspired to be a scientist, but Notch hadn't made it possible to go very far in this field. "why don't you become a farmer, like your Uncle Bill?" my mother always said, but whenever my dad was home, and not off on one of his expeditions, he would say "why don't you come with me and the boys on a Dungeoneering expedition, my boy? I'm sure you'll pick up on it r
Hiroshi, Daisuke, Hana, and Cece made it to Australia, landing on a tall building, but what was waiting for them were a horde of flesh-hungry zombies. They pulled out their weapons and shot them all down. Unexpectedly, a zombie jumped Daisuke and bit his neck, opening a massive hole in his neck, dripping a lot of blood. He began to fade. Soon after he lost all his blood, laying on the ground, pale. They later looked around the city to see that even the virus has spread in Australia. Daisuke pick
So we think we're safe from the zombies, but we thought too soon. Not even 5 minutes in the flight, our pilot transformed into a flesh-hungry infected. We tried to remove him from the chopper but he attempted to bite me! Daisuke and Hana shook him off of me, Daisuke kicked him off and apparently yelled out "This is Sparta!" Didn't know why... odd... About a minute after kicking off the infected pilot, we realized that we have no chopper! I quickly grabbed the controls and -with no past experienc
Police climbed through the window to find anarchic writing and binary scrawled around the walls. The room smelled of blood and fecal matter. Bodies were found piled in the attic. Each one had it's lips torn off. Eaten. Bite marks visible below the nose and above the chin. No trace of the metallic traxoline humanoid. Autopsy of the queen shows large amounts of Radium in the shape of a smaller human throughout her body, outlining her own. Her lips still in place, but oddly green. (Look further.)
kisss me back. pleas i need your lips something my skin is igreen and i cantn feel myself. 0110001001101100011001010110111001100100 i shoudlnt have come not without-
i'm 01101110011011110111010000100000011001100110111101101100011011000110111101110111011010010110111001100111. they'll never take me away her away i remember the little boy on the corner of the street in my attic his lips weren't enough 011101110110100001111001
she's like me now she's grey she's... gone. she said she'd never leave me please god help me give me strength let me overcome let me adapt she's mine she'll NEVER BE THEIRS
Their chanting gets louder. Maybe my eardrums are simply growing. I don't know. I'm stuck in the corner. I don't want to look back. I miss those lips. I miss the taste. It disappeared. I touch my face. The metal is growing colder. i need her...
Auburn. Black. How does that happen? Is she finally rotting? She still smells beautiful to me. Her lips still taste the same to me. The rapping is still the same, if not louder. Her beauty seems to keep everything the same, except her hair. Her breath. Her cheeks. Oh god, her cheeks. Appalled at their nude color, the knife jumps down to my thigh. What am I doing to her? (deceit.)
Don't go. Never leave me. Let me live on through you. I understand baby, I understand it all. You need me. You need me to go on. Don't cry, I'll be here forever. For you. Yours. They all want me. They need me to. But I need You. (corrosion.)
...and here I am, living or not. No, no, I am living. I AM. They aren't. They're fucking dead. They have no one. Their lives are MEANINGLESS. Maybe once they mattered. Maybe. But I have her. I have my queen. And she'll never leave. She's under my spell. haha, my spell. I sound like a myth. My tongue slithers down her throat like a snake in the grass. The veins on my hands grow.
Her cold tongue is stationary but mine'll keep moving. My lips can't get enough of her sweet, sweet nectar. She's what propels me; what keeps me going. She keeps me from going insane. And here she is, breathing or not. If anything, her cheeks are some sort of tell of her liveliness. They wouldn't be this pink, otherwise. I hear their barbaric chanting outside. Their plastic ripping against my door. MY wooden door. Fucking imbeciles. I'd open the window for air, but why would I want to share the
Everything gets turned into this. This thing. This taste. The gunmetal sour that slowly turns sweet. The love that dies over a bite and kiss. I still feel her... As I write, I hear the rapping of the animals outside my wooden door, barricaded with more wood and metal on the inside. From the outside, I know I'd look odd. Wood in this metal society. But I'm not the odd one... She lays upstairs, breathing; at least I think she is.
The pain starts to grow as time goes by. I don't think we'll survive, but there's still hope... We can't do anything from here, in this gun shop while there's thousands of zombies outside. Just as we were about to just give up, we hear a chopper from afar. As it got closer, Daisuke went upstairs and onto the rooftop to check. It was one of the rescue choppers! They called out for any survivors and to give them a sign. Hana found a gas tank and I pulled out a match from my pocket that I used to s
12/07/2012 I can't believe this happened. I never thought that there would be actual zombies. Before I go any further, dear reader, know that I will probably not survive, so attempt to avoid whatever I did on the last few entries. Earlier to day, the evacuation process was in effect, most people were taken out of this hellhole alive, I didn't make it. As a matter of fact, I was caught up saving some of my friends who by the time I found were already infected or dead. Some made it out alive and
I don't think I can live for long. I have been bitten a few times, and struggled through hordes of zombies. But to survive, I must stay strong. Hana isn't taking this much better, either. Apparently, Daisuke is doing fine, taking this pretty well. I couldn't believe what happened in the last... I don't remember how many hours has passed. The zombies were able to break through our strong barricade. Apparently, the numbers have increased. Quickly reacting, we grabbed our weapons and attempted to t
Everybody... the townspeople, my friends, m-my family... one by one they've become... one of them. It's December 5th 2010, 8:00PM. A zombie apocalypse has broke out in this small town I live in, Kamakura. I have just experienced a tragic event that has ever occurred in my life. There's a bunch of infected people, I'm panicking, I have blood all over me and all I have to defend myself with is a rifle I stole from the local gun shop and a shovel from my backyard. I have found shelter but... I'm ju
Redone rant on Homework. Homework... the essential thing in a kid's life for education... at least that's what teachers would say. I don't see the point in doing homework since you get enough bull in class. Why bring more work home with you? You'd be wasting time, when you can possibly accomplish something else instead. Being in class makes you think hard enough already, why more work? Harder work may lead to stress, putting your health at risk. Wiki it. It's true. Also, not only is it wasting Y
