Who are we if not the records we keep of what we've done?
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Project 11: Chest of Drawers
Morrison spent hours under that table, pressed to the door, finger to the trigger of his pocket handgun. He only had one bullet left.
After a time, the groaning outside stopped. The stillness of the world was a deafening cacophony, more torturous even than the hours of endless screams.
Tepidly, he moved his legs, long past falling asleep, out from under his makeshift barricade. Gun at the ready, he made his way slowly up, cringing at every creak of the floor boards.
He stared at the door before him. The windows were boarded up. He only had one way of knowing what was on the outside.
What does a man do when there is nothing left for him here? He must go on. He must go on, he thought. Janice was dead. Elwood was dead. Even Todd Fischer was dead.
He turned the handle slowly, finger on the trigger. His hands were sweating and he feared that should the moment arise, the gun might just slip out of his hands and he would be torn limb from limb.
Finally, he thought of Maria. She wouldn't have wanted him to live like this. That's why she told him to let her go. That's why she handed him the gun and took off her wedding ring. That's why she made him do it. She understood.
He opened the door, and to his surprise, there was no shambling in sight. No moaning. No ripping, tearing, or gnawing to be heard. The zombies were all laying still in the street. From each of their heads there grew a bed of flowers, vibrant and lustrous.
Stiffly, and without a word, he made his way through the house and out the back door. He stood in the yard, overlooking Maria. What had once been a hole in her chest was now a sapling, a great and mighty Redwood, just beginning it's ascent towards the sun.
He laid next to her in the grass. He put her ring back on her finger, and slowly drug her nail against his skin. A single drop of blood was all it took for the infection. All at once he felt it, his cells expanding, his mind awakening. He placed his hand in hers, and felt his chest raise up, as a thousand roots shot from his skin.
And so the Earth was reclaimed, and every love rekindled in the springtime, when the wind blows the wild seeds to new and secret lands.
After a time, the groaning outside stopped. The stillness of the world was a deafening cacophony, more torturous even than the hours of endless screams.
Tepidly, he moved his legs, long past falling asleep, out from under his makeshift barricade. Gun at the ready, he made his way slowly up, cringing at every creak of the floor boards.
He stared at the door before him. The windows were boarded up. He only had one way of knowing what was on the outside.
What does a man do when there is nothing left for him here? He must go on. He must go on, he thought. Janice was dead. Elwood was dead. Even Todd Fischer was dead.
He turned the handle slowly, finger on the trigger. His hands were sweating and he feared that should the moment arise, the gun might just slip out of his hands and he would be torn limb from limb.
Finally, he thought of Maria. She wouldn't have wanted him to live like this. That's why she told him to let her go. That's why she handed him the gun and took off her wedding ring. That's why she made him do it. She understood.
He opened the door, and to his surprise, there was no shambling in sight. No moaning. No ripping, tearing, or gnawing to be heard. The zombies were all laying still in the street. From each of their heads there grew a bed of flowers, vibrant and lustrous.
Stiffly, and without a word, he made his way through the house and out the back door. He stood in the yard, overlooking Maria. What had once been a hole in her chest was now a sapling, a great and mighty Redwood, just beginning it's ascent towards the sun.
He laid next to her in the grass. He put her ring back on her finger, and slowly drug her nail against his skin. A single drop of blood was all it took for the infection. All at once he felt it, his cells expanding, his mind awakening. He placed his hand in hers, and felt his chest raise up, as a thousand roots shot from his skin.And so the Earth was reclaimed, and every love rekindled in the springtime, when the wind blows the wild seeds to new and secret lands.
Project 10: Relief Poster
"Lauren, I have something to show you," said Mayor Habbensworth gravely. "Promise me though....promise me you'll try to understand."
"Anything for you Ted," replied the young red-head, grabbing his hand and holding it to her cheek. "Nothing can tear us apart."
The Mayor took a step back from her and sighed deeply. "It's just that...."
He grabbed a fistful of his own hair and began to pull, his skin stretching and tearing. Shedding his flesh like a loose winter coat, he stood before her, a green cycloptic horror with dripping fangs and eight writhing tentacles.
"It's just that I love you Lauren," said the monster in a dark, husky voice. "Could you ever...I mean...could you..."
Without another word she threw herself on top of him. "Of course Ted, of course I still love you!"
Kissing him fervently all over his slimy exoskeleton, Lauren began to unbutton her blouse. It was at that moment, the Senator from New Jersey entered the room.
"What is going on here?!" shouted the confused, astonished and slightly aroused senator. "Er it's not what it...um...we're....we're doing a weird sexual thing," replied the horrible tentacle monster. "This is uh...what I'm into."
Ted was forced to resign when the media got whiff of the sexual scandal, but 20 years later, married to Lauren, living in a small house in Idaho, he never once did regret revealing his true form to her. Thank goodness nobody else found out though, or he would have had to eradicate mankind.
"Anything for you Ted," replied the young red-head, grabbing his hand and holding it to her cheek. "Nothing can tear us apart."
The Mayor took a step back from her and sighed deeply. "It's just that...."
He grabbed a fistful of his own hair and began to pull, his skin stretching and tearing. Shedding his flesh like a loose winter coat, he stood before her, a green cycloptic horror with dripping fangs and eight writhing tentacles.
"It's just that I love you Lauren," said the monster in a dark, husky voice. "Could you ever...I mean...could you..."
Without another word she threw herself on top of him. "Of course Ted, of course I still love you!"
Kissing him fervently all over his slimy exoskeleton, Lauren began to unbutton her blouse. It was at that moment, the Senator from New Jersey entered the room.
"What is going on here?!" shouted the confused, astonished and slightly aroused senator. "Er it's not what it...um...we're....we're doing a weird sexual thing," replied the horrible tentacle monster. "This is uh...what I'm into."Ted was forced to resign when the media got whiff of the sexual scandal, but 20 years later, married to Lauren, living in a small house in Idaho, he never once did regret revealing his true form to her. Thank goodness nobody else found out though, or he would have had to eradicate mankind.
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