Friday, February 26, 2010
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Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
The gap between him and the undead girl closed quicker than he expected. His legs burned and had been reduced to hobbling. Before even reaching the corner, she would have overtaken him. He made an abrupt and labored dodge to the right, back toward the park. He grimaced as his knee buckled and he toppled into the grass next to the street.
Luckily for him, the woman, still obviously not able to move in quick turns ran past him. She stuttered to a stop like a car on a jagged road and turned to face him again. Her dead eyes glared at him, a hunger that couldn’t be recreated by a human, even if they were abandoned on a deserted island for months, met his.
Almost hypnotized by her gaze, the wet grass soaked into his sweatshirt sleeve, snapping him out of the daze as she rushed again. He crawled to his feet as she closed the gap once again. With his heart racing and his body giving up on him, he threw himself over the railing of a house porch. Landing on the other side, he looked between the wooden planks as she tore at him like a lunatic. The gravely growl reached him before she did, and he would come to realize that it would be that way forever now.
Oblivious to the railing, she crashed right into it, a plank shot out, hitting Kyle in the chest. She didn’t try to climb, or go two steps to the left to climb the step onto the porch, she continued to reach for him through the thin boards. Her grey hands scratching across his sweatshirt, inches from tearing the flesh off of his chin. Kyle scooted back and grabbed the thin plank of wood. A sharp nail stuck out on one end and he looked at it, then at the girl who relentlessly pushed through the railing. Another plank had come loose and she had one shoulder through the gap. Her hand grasping for him.
Kyle stood up, heaving, sweat matting his hair across his eyes, and looked down at her. Those eyes would haunt him for as long as he would live this nightmare. He raised the plank, nail point down and drove it into her skull. Hoping that his movie knowledge would prove correct. At first she continued, pushing stronger, like it ignited her fuse, then he pulled it free and drove it down twice more in quick succession. Blood oozed out of the wound and she continued to push, growling and moaning as he wailed on her.
After five swings with his makeshift weapon, it broke as the nail stuck into her skull. She slumped, her hand’s reach faltered and she collapsed to the porch. Blood didn’t run from the wound like Kyle expected. He stood against the wall of the house, his heart pounding his ribs, his side blazing and his legs quivering. Taking in a stinging breath, his knees failed him and he slid to the porch. The urge to vomit made his quiver, but he held it in.
Back at the park five more of these creatures shambled out of the darkness. They moved slower than the woman did and Kyle realized that they wouldn’t do anything until they saw him. He crawled to the door next to him and quietly reached for the door knob. Hoping to hide inside, but his heart sank as the door was locked.
“Crap.” He muttered as the undead creatures were moving toward the fire and turning their backs turning on him. He got to his feet, checked to make sure their attention was elsewhere and snuck across the porch. He made his way over the railing and fell silently into the grass. Seeing his girlfriends house so close he started toward it.
He clenched his teeth and hurried as quietly as he could across the yard. He stopped at the edge of the grass and took one glace back at the fire. The creatures were mesmerized by the sight, but the flames were dying as the bush had been reduced to only a small fire.
Taking the cue, he hurried across the street toward his girlfriend’s house. To his left he heard the shuffling of feet and his body tightened, ready to run if he heard the familiar growl, but it never came. He was thankful for the power being out tonight.
Stopping in front of his girlfriend’s house, he noticed the front door open and a bloody hand print ran across the front door. He stood looking as the blood ran down the front of the door. Whoever made that mark was fresh.
Taking a look around, Kyle made sure none of those creatures were nearby and snuck up the steps. He entered the house and a sour smell hit his nose. He covered his nose and looked up the darkened stair case. Bloody hand prints moved up the stairs in steady intervals, and he knew that was where his girlfriend’s bedroom was. He shut the door behind him and made sure to put both locks on.
Footsteps moved across the hall way above him and he had to bite his tongue not to call out. If he learned anything from his previous encounter, he didn’t need to alert them to his presence. He stood at the foot of the stairway, debating with himself on how to approach this.
What should Kyle do?
1.) Search the dark and silent first floor of the house for a weapon before heading upstairs?
2.) Forget the weapon and rush up the stairs to save his girlfriend?
3.) Call the police for help?
4.) Call out for his girlfriend to see if she’s even up there before running up the stairs?
Friday, February 19, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Also if you are into my Choose your own adventure blog, you also might want to check out my friend, Laura Diamond's blog at http://lbdiamond.wordpress.com, because she's doing something similar with you actually writing the next part. I've submitted a couple sections already and would love for it to continue going with new writers. It's more for those that are writer inclined, but still good fun to be had.
A special thanks to, “Laura Diamond” Check out her blog, "Diamond-- yup, like the stone." You can find it at the link:http://lbdiamond.wordpress.com.
Here are the rules of the blog award:
1) Thank the person who tagged me. THANK YOU Laura! √
2) Copy and Paste the award on my blog. √
3) Link to the person who nominated me. √
4) Tell up to 6 lies and 1 truth about myself. √
5) Tag at least 7 people for this award. √
6) Post links to their blogs. √
7) Comment on each of their blogs to inform them of the nomination. √
Here are the lies (and one truth):
1) I have never placed in the top 3 of my poker groups points at the end of the year.
2) I'm allergic to cats.
3) I have never lost on a Scratch-it Lottery Ticket in the State of Oregon.
4) I have played and beaten every Final Fantasy game.
5) I started to write because of my mother's passion for writing.
6) I have gotten wasted on a few occasions in high school, which is why I don't do it now.
7) I've been to most of the states in the United States.
All right, folks. Let me know which one of these you think is true!
Now my nominations for this blog award:
1) Elana Johnson: http://elanajohnson.blogspot.com
2) Teen Writing for Teens: http://teenswritingforteens.wordpress.com
3) Shelli: http://faeriality.blogspot.com
4) Bethany Wiggins and Suzette Saxton: http://suzettesaxton.blogspot.com
5) Deb Salisbury: http://mantua-maker-patterns.blogspot.com
6) Nathan Bransford(A hometown boy. Can't not nominate him.): http://blog.nathanbransford.com
7) Jeanne Gassman: http://jeannelyetgassman.blogspot.com/
Take a look. Other than that I'm still pushing along. This newest project is just proving harder than I initially imagined.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
They were closing in faster than he wanted or expected. Their stench moving closer with each moaning step. He looked to the fence and decided against that choice as it could lead to a worse situation. Bracing himself, he listened for the shuffling of their footsteps, sweat clung to his neck as he scanned the dark park. Which way was out. He had gotten so turned around.
He didn’t have time to think as a cold, bony finger touched his shoulder. He bolted. His entire body blazed with adrenaline as he ran. He hoped he wouldn’t run into anyone or anything as he ran. A moment after starting he crashed into someone. His shoulder drove through the person, just how he imagined a football player must feel when tackling someone.
Instead of stopping, Kyle spun, let out a small scream as something damp spread onto his shoulder and he kept running. The footsteps and moans grew further behind him as he ran. The stench continued to follow him as he darted toward the direction he hoped was his girlfriends.
More moans started as he entered a playground. He needed to stop. His legs wobbled, and his chest burned. A small twist of pain began in his stomach. He only ran for ten minutes and his body treated it like a mile and a half. In the distance he could see the flicker of some light. He looked at the comforting swing in the glimmer of moonlight, but pressed on.
The moans were following him and there seemed to grow in number by the moment. The sand beneath his feet continued to pull at his tired legs and he stumbled twice falling hard. The sand clung to his palms and stung a cut in his hand that he hadn’t noticed.
Heading toward the flickering light like a moth, he pulled himself over the small chain link fence separating him and pushed onward. As he approached, the light wasn’t coming from a dying streetlight like he initially thought, but a car had crashed into a power pole. The flickering light came from the small bush set ablaze by the downed power line. That answered the question as to why the park and the surrounding houses were dark.
As he approached, he noticed the car was empty. The driver’s side door was open and blood trailed away. It wasn’t in drips like the injured person walked away, but in a long steady line like the driver was dragged away.
A moan came from the other side of the bush and Kyle faced the sound this time. In the light it didn’t seem so scary and he clenched his fists, ready for a fight. What emerged wasn’t something he expected, despite what his imagination had conjured up.
A woman in a nice yellow dress limped out from around the bush. He noticed how nice the dress looked except for her missing left arm. Blood drenched the side of the dress. She stopped as she saw him, if she could see, as dried blood matted her face. Probably from the gash across her forehead. A sneer crossed her lips and a low guttural growl erupted from somewhere deep inside of her.
His first instinct was to ask, “Are you okay?”
He regretted how stupid it sounded almost instantly as she rushed him without any hesitation. No slow shuffling or anything like in the park. This one saw him, saw food and didn’t want to wait.
Kyle remained frozen as she closed the twenty yard gap in a hurry. His brain analyzed the way that her stiff limbs moved with such speed.
Moments before she would have gotten to him, he snapped out of the shock and ducked out of the way. She lost her balance and fell as well.
Kyle turned to face her as she picked herself off the ground. She turned slowly; a fresh scrap took away a piece of her cheek. Her teeth glimmered in the firelight, full of anger. The low growl came again and she charged. This time, Kyle didn’t hesitate and he ran, and almost immediately his legs burned again and the stitch in his side started again. He realized that he was only a block away from his girlfriend’s house and ran that direction.
What should Kyle do next?
1.) Should he lead the lady in the yellow dress to his girlfriend’s house?
2.) Should he lead her back to the park and hope to lose her?
3.) Try to stand and fight her with whatever weapon he can find?
You decide. I look forward to hearing what you think. Please post comments on how you like the story so far. I’m interested if you enjoy it or if it’s just not something you want to participate anymore.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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Thursday, February 4, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
The darkness crept along the path as Kyle walked along. His eyes darted back and forth searching the shadows. The news stories were mentioning crazy things for the past hour. Things about cannibals running rampant among the citizens, eating and devouring each other. Kyle figured it was crazy, and knew things like that only happened in movies, or T.V. shows, not in real life. Regardless, his mother called after him before he left, “Honey be careful, the news is talking about crazy people out there.”
He thought about responding to her, but she was well drunk by then and it wouldn’t have been a fair argument. She had a tendency to get paranoid about anything on the news, and it drove him nuts most times. He still remembered the day that she wouldn’t let him go to school because of the Columbine shootings. It was all the way across the country, but she kept him home for two weeks because she could. Today he didn’t care, if the news was right, he needed to be with his girlfriend, she had called him after the first report of an incident in his town, which was an hour ago.
She had been freaking out because she swore she saw one of those cannibals hanging around her neighborhood. He still remembered her exact words, “I saw one. He ran after my neighbor and tackled her. Please come.”
That was all he needed to hear, he headed out immediately.
Now he stood at the entrance to the park and the short cut to his girlfriend’s house and heard the shuffling of footsteps nearby. Kyle’s skin crawled at the low animalistic groan emanated from the shadows. With his pulse quickening, he looked over at the silent and well lit street he stood on. It would take fifteen more minutes to get to his girlfriend’s house, and it could be too late, or he could be there in five minutes by cutting through the park.
Which choice should Kyle make?
1.) Cut through the park and get to his terrified girlfriend faster?
2.) Stay along the well lit streets, and be there fifteen minutes later?
You choose for Kyle. I’ll follow the choice you want. I hope you enjoy this story as this is just the beginning and I plan to keep it going for as long as people remain interested in the plot.