The pounding had been going on for days.
There was plenty of food in the compound.
They had a well for water.
The things outside would beat themselves to mush before breaking the door down.
They had everything they could possibly need to survive.
Except a way to stay sane.
No one was sure which was worse, the boredom or the banging. They hadn’t thought to bring much to do, just an old pack of cards. Not having anything to do left them with plenty of time to listen to the growing number of zombies beating on the compound door.
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Thursday, July 11, 2013
100 Words a Day 319
“Come on, come on” Ed said, the sputtering growing to a cough. With a final shudder, the car died, starved for gas.
Ed closed his eyes, sighed, and let his forehead fall against the wheel. After a loud swallow, tears gathered in his eyes before overflowing down his cheeks.
He’d been so close. There was no way he’d make it on foot and would lose the job. It meant he couldn’t pay his rent or buy food.
Ed sat in the car, unsure what to do. He couldn’t even call anyone; his cellphone had been turned off two months ago.
Ed closed his eyes, sighed, and let his forehead fall against the wheel. After a loud swallow, tears gathered in his eyes before overflowing down his cheeks.
He’d been so close. There was no way he’d make it on foot and would lose the job. It meant he couldn’t pay his rent or buy food.
Ed sat in the car, unsure what to do. He couldn’t even call anyone; his cellphone had been turned off two months ago.
100 Words a Day 318
I’m sorry for the long radio silence. I’ve been without internet for about ten days, should be fixed soon.
My friend Jason has recently self-published a novel The Flight of Collin Honorfell. You can find it here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00DR5IABG. The novel tells the tale of the titular character who has had his natural heart replaced by a clockwork one. He is forced to flee by rough men seeking the creator of his heart, sending him on a journey not only to find the key needed to rewind his ever-slowing heart, but to reawaken a legendary order that once protected the land.
My friend Jason has recently self-published a novel The Flight of Collin Honorfell. You can find it here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00DR5IABG. The novel tells the tale of the titular character who has had his natural heart replaced by a clockwork one. He is forced to flee by rough men seeking the creator of his heart, sending him on a journey not only to find the key needed to rewind his ever-slowing heart, but to reawaken a legendary order that once protected the land.
Sunday, July 7, 2013
100 Words a Day 317
The fireworks were the best they had seen. This may have been partly as a result of the alcohol, no one was sure.
They were sure that it would be a great idea to shoot fireworks of their own off the roof however. The notion that this was a bad idea briefly danced upon the minds of most of the partygoers, but the alcohol cut in, leaving the notion a wallflower, alone and forgotten.
The first few fireworks flew flawlessly. The final few, not so much, careless laughter upset a stand.
The next thing anyone knew, the roof was burning.
They were sure that it would be a great idea to shoot fireworks of their own off the roof however. The notion that this was a bad idea briefly danced upon the minds of most of the partygoers, but the alcohol cut in, leaving the notion a wallflower, alone and forgotten.
The first few fireworks flew flawlessly. The final few, not so much, careless laughter upset a stand.
The next thing anyone knew, the roof was burning.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
100 Words a Day 316
He tapped his foot. He looked around. He checked his watch. He stood at the bus stop. They were supposed to meet at noon. It was twelve thirty.
He was hopeful and continued waiting, stretching his neck and looking down the road, anxious for the next bus to arrive.
Buses came and went, but not her. His eagerness slowly turned to disappointment.
The anticipation turned bitter, but not an angry bitter. It was worse.
He grew more inconsolable with each step on the way home. He went straight up to his room, grateful no one was there to see him.
He was hopeful and continued waiting, stretching his neck and looking down the road, anxious for the next bus to arrive.
Buses came and went, but not her. His eagerness slowly turned to disappointment.
The anticipation turned bitter, but not an angry bitter. It was worse.
He grew more inconsolable with each step on the way home. He went straight up to his room, grateful no one was there to see him.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
100 Words a Day 315
Sara was the last person on the bus. Not because there were no more who needed to get downtown, but because there was no more room. She couldn’t reach anything to hold on to, but there was nowhere to fall as the bus lurched onto the expressway.
The air was a mix of odors, the various scents the women, and some of the men, wore, and the general reek of bodies, some unwashed. The strangers she was pushed up against as the bus rocked were similarly varied in the texture of their outfits and the degree to which they sweat.
The air was a mix of odors, the various scents the women, and some of the men, wore, and the general reek of bodies, some unwashed. The strangers she was pushed up against as the bus rocked were similarly varied in the texture of their outfits and the degree to which they sweat.
Monday, July 1, 2013
100 Words a Day 314
He walked out of the office deflated. He’d never been fired before.
Once the shock wore off it was liberating. He was worried about the rent, sure, but he was free of that terrible, terrible job.
The first thing he did when he got home was email the temp agent, since he was back on the market and needed money.
After that, he looked into monetizing his blog. He’d always meant to do it, but he didn’t have much incentive. Now however, he had the greatest incentive of all, Rent. And, the greatest obstacle had been removed, a Day Job.
Once the shock wore off it was liberating. He was worried about the rent, sure, but he was free of that terrible, terrible job.
The first thing he did when he got home was email the temp agent, since he was back on the market and needed money.
After that, he looked into monetizing his blog. He’d always meant to do it, but he didn’t have much incentive. Now however, he had the greatest incentive of all, Rent. And, the greatest obstacle had been removed, a Day Job.
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