Scrap
"Prisoner. What are you doing up at this hour, where are your clothes?" A lightly armored guard walked by my cell, led by torchlight. "On your feet." I covered my breasts, and stood upon being ordered, "Sir, it is too-" The guard cut me off with his...
#003 - Blake Wonet
#3 - Wonet, Blake Age: 23 Sex: Male March 3 "Awesomeness Log #1 Thanks to my babe Trish for this log idea thing! This apocalypse thing is AWESOME! It is how America should have been. This is freedom. Not free to do some shit and go to jail. There...
Minds: "Prologue"
What is the use of staying sane when there is no one with which to share sanity with? The most important of logs and journal entries being meaningless scribbles in the end. If no one has their mind, and everyone is the same, does that make a new...
Eternal
I love you, Honey, Baby, Sweetie, Love, I love the way you talk to me, I love the way you melt away after a hard day, I love how, no matter what, you always find a way to say, I love you, I love you too, You could be hundreds of...
[Draft] Mundane
Pop. Pop. Crackle. I lay by the glowing hearth, flames dancing in front of me. Sounds of water tap, tap, along the roof and windows. It is so easy to fall asleep these days. The gentle crackling of fire, rhythmic taps of rain on the roof, the...
Mundane (Revision 3)[WIP]
_Pop. Pop. Crackle._ I laid by the glowing hearth, flames dancing in front of me. Sounds of water tap-tapped along the roof and windows as droplets collided with obstacles that impeded their flight from the heavens to the ground. I find it so easy to...