This was going to be my end, right here in this bush behind the school yard. I could imagine the news headlines the day after they find my body: Young Teacher Unidentifiable Due to Missing Face, Eaten Alive.
This bush wasn’t going to let me go anytime soon. These small twigs were prodding me all over, making it more and more painful to move around. My arms were getting weak from supporting myself up. Melissa kept her eyes on me, and I didn’t want to look back.
If I did, all I would see is the bloody face of a monster.
My face would have probably shredded apart with ease if those fangs dug into me. I forced that graphic thought out of my mind—I had to focus on trying to get out of the bush, and away from her.
Mouth salivating and getting onto her feet Melissa let out a loud, blood-curdling growl and leaped up into the tree.
The advance in both technology and medical science has lead to the breakthrough and discoveries of the modern era. Diseases either have cures or have been completely wiped off of the face of the Earth. Advancement in technology has allowed more societies to develop at a rapid pace, allowing more of the global population to stay connected. Human lives have become much more easier, less stressful, and living in comfort is almost a birthright in the current norms.
Advancements have even allowed humans to take the next step in the evolutionary process: the merge of man and machine. Although that new evolutionary step is still in the preliminary stages there isn’t a shortage of those who want to bear witness to the birth of what humans will eventually become.
Although they still have the slender and smooth look like before they have a newfound weight to them, almost like somebody tied a small cube of lightweight metal around my ankles. When I push off the weight drags me down without effort, my feet creating small craters in the marble flooring.
Living around somebody who always has one thing on their mind can be a bit bothersome. Sometimes, the thing that’s on their mind can conflict with their actions and daily routines. However, if there’s some kind of compromise between you and the person, perhaps it won’t turn out so bad.
In Alexis’s case, living with a giant pervert does have its benefits, mostly knowing that she won’t have to worry about feeling unloved. Even if it means having to deal with an occasional booty grab. But when that kind of thing reaches her job, it’s a bit more embarrassing to try and deal with.
Better yet, more surprising based on who it’s coming from.
“Oi, Heather. Watch your back around Alexis. I heard she’s the dominate type.”
Heather’s fingers drop onto the keyboard and she look directly at me, shock in her eyes and her cheeks red with embarrassment, “W-What?!”
“Have your way with me!”
It’s finally November. It’s just after the spooky month of October, but just before the festive December holidays. It’s that time of the year where people come together, come together as a family for a large feast at the end of the month, and draw turkeys using our hands as a guide. It’s a great month to start bringing family and loved ones together. But there’s another thing that happens in November. A certain little thing that involves spending time using your imagination and collecting your thoughts. That’s right: It’s time for NaNoWriMo!
NaNoWriMo, short for National Novel Writing Month, is that time of the year dedicated for people who want to challenge their creative potential. Throughout the entire month of November, authors, writers, and wordsmiths alike are encouraged to try and write an entire novel over the course of one month. To some, this is a feat that’s too challenging for them, but still attempt it for pure enjoyment. Then there are those who constantly keep their pens and pencils moving, or fingers moving in case they type their words,
Although the word “Novel” is in NaNoWriMo, the end-result doesn’t necessarily have to be a novel. It could be an anthology of short stories, a collection of original poetry and song lyrics, an autobiographical story about a plant named Rodrick told through multiple monologues, it can honestly be whatever a person can think of.
Although the month is all suppose to be about encouraging others around the world to find their inner writer, there are those out there who feel like NaNoWriMo only sets unrealistic standards and mindsets for those who haven’t been in the writing industry long enough.
If you’re curious and want more information about what exactly NaNoWriMo is and how to involve yourself for the month, head on over to the official NaNoWriMo website for more information.
Are you a new member of NaNoWriMo or are you a returning veteran? Do you find the NaNoWriMo website helpful or does it set unrealistic expectations? Feel free to express your thoughts and ideas in the comments and share!
Afternoon, everybody! Spooktober is ALMOST over, but I managed to squeeze in a little quick thing I wanted to put out for you guys to read. To be a bit honest, I had an idea that I wanted to work with, but it kinda derailed halfway through. Nonetheless, it’s still worth the read. May come back to it later in the future.
Without further delay, here’s “Drive-by Slasher.”
When you’re a young, single man who has his own bachelor pad, most of the time you’ll just want to enjoy your life before settling down for a bit. Having a nice job to help keep you financially able to do these things is always a plus. Stylish cars, fancy clothes, and an appetite for fun comes with the lifestyle.
However, suddenly realizing that you’re missing limbs after going grocery shopping doesn’t fit into that lifestyle.
“My… My foot… What happened to my foot? It’s gone!”
Nobody wants to look into their fridge and witness an undesired emptiness: no food to eat. A homeowner looking into an empty fridge is like an artist staring at a blank canvas or empty book: something should be there to cover up the empty space. For Samantha, an empty fridge would make it harder for her to create amazing dishes in the kitchen.
Heading out early in the morning to get some grocery shopping done for a few things, Sam’s trip goes from a simple grab and go, to a mission to sneak around being seen by a specific person.
Motivated by possibly getting praise and head pats for getting what Alexis asked for, Sam does everything she can to make sure everything ends in her favor. But like usual, she ends up forgetting something.
Huh, it’s not looking too bad in here. I should still start writing a list of things we need though so I don’t forget.
“Eggs, eggs, eggs… Did I write bread and milk on the list, too?”
It isn’t easy being me. My entire job revolves around customer support, fulfilling calls and orders from my boss and other bullshit clients who don’t have the balls to do the job themselves. Then again, the pay for my line of work is pretty damn high, so I can’t really complain.
But when one of the calls I get involves shooting down a well-known cop hellbent on trying to crack down on crime and drug trafficking in the city, it makes you realize that the city is a lot more dirty than what the public can see.
Thankfully I have my trusty rifle in hand ready to shoot down whoever I’m assigned to.
Plus I get a bonus pay of beer along the way, so that’s a win for me too.
Blindly, I stick my hand in the bag and feel around until I can get a grip on what I was searching for.
“Sweet, I still got one left.”
Patrick and I decided that tonight we should go out to get some drinks. After a long week inside of the office, staring at computer monitors all day, there’s no better way to unwind than to get drunk and go on long, endless rambles.
I expected that we would both have some of the usual wife tales and stories about our shitty childhood, but I felt like I was the one who learned something new tonight.
Patrick was more than just a muscle head.
Patrick lifted his shoulder to get a better look at his tattoo. It was a simple, but highly detailed depiction of a yin-yang symbol done with one fish being the white part and another fish for the black.
“Oh, this old thing? It’s nothing special.”
A young girl in search of her missing sister heads to the last place she was expected: an abandoned mansion. What secrets will the girl uncover as she searches for her older sister? She has no idea what awaits her behind those doors she’ll have to enter through.
“That’s Hikaru’s hair ribbon…”
“Did they want me to find it?”
Emotions begin to take shape as Jakuzure has to deal with a potential rival. It seems Satsuki has something planned that involves Ryuko, but what could it be? A possible war couldn’t be on the rise again, could it?
“You alright? Seems like you got a grudge against somebody.”
“You wouldn’t uderstand, Monkey.”
With a security guard at her side, Ayane makes for the final push to find her brother. However, she finds two people on the fifth floor. Who will she be able to save when it’s time to escape?
“We need to get out of here. something’s happening to the hospital and we nee–”
“I know. I saw some crazy long haired woman crawling around.”
Things are beginning to become more clear as Ayane continues her search for her brother. Getting caught by the creature, somebody rushes to her aid and rescues her. But do they have an ulterior motive?
“Are you alright?”
“Thanks for the save.”
“No need to thank me.”