Monthly Archive for June, 2008

Exhibit Z

By Bubbles on June 18, 2008. Category: 2. Unedited Drafts Tags: , , , .

Sean walked into the exhibit holding a shank of meat. “Well that’s the last of the lion, what do you think we should eat next,” he looked over to see Shannon just getting up.

“How can you eat that knowing you killed a poor defenseless creature,” she replied groggily.

“Defenseless? You have got to be kidding me, or did you forget how that poor creature took off my ear before I took it down.”

“Well, if you had left it alone in the first place you would have been fine. Besides, I don’t understand why you can’t just eat the fruits and vegetables here, instead of killing these animals.”

“I’m doing them a favor, if I don’t kill them they are gonna to kill each other. Now that I think about it I am actually preventing their suffering. You should thank me.”

“Well maybe I should do the animals a favor and just kill you,” Shannon said with a sneer.

“Whoa calm down PETA, I was just kidding. I’m gonna go patrol the area looking for any stragglers, and for some lunch.”
“Fine, but when you get mauled don’t come crying to me.”

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Family Reunion

By Tory on June 13, 2008. Category: 2. Unedited Drafts Tags: , .

This is the first time I have been alone since the epidemic had started. It was chaos when the monsters broke into the mall. Everybody running screaming, there screams where louder then mine. “Dad” I screamed until tears welled up in my eyes and my body shook. No one looks down, they run. It’s like one of those shows you see on animal planet where the lions are chasing the gazelle, the young just fall back and no one looks back.

As I sit here in this dressing room I listen, I listen to the shuffle of feet the occasional moan. These are the monsters. I remember my the first night of the epidemic my parents both cried. You know something really must be wrong when you see your Dad break down and cry. My Dad was holding my Mom in the living room. Thats when I saw the first monster, it crashed through bay window with several behind but this one it looked like me and you only dirty, cross eyes, and it was covered in blood. It grabbed my Mother by the hair and pulled her into its grip. I remember the saliva running down its chin as it ripped through my mother’s trachea. My father grabbed my hand and we ran. There was not time for tears or mourning. My father knew something that I didn’t, that my mother was in fact very much alive.

More shuffles as I close my eyes, I haven’t slept since I was separated from my Dad. I’m guessing that was about three days ago. I feel tugs on my arm as my eyelids snap open. I see my mothers face and I feel the pressure on my wrist.

“Mama please your hurting me” I look into those cross, glazed eyes. I know she can’t hear me, she can’t even comprehend me. She brings my arm to her lips, its almost as if she kisses it first before she tears into it. My whole arm erupts in a burning sensation. I no longer Joshua Redmond, I am a monster.

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Final Thoughts

By Matt on June 12, 2008. Category: 1. Edited Stories Tags: , .

“Mom, no!”

That’s when I bashed her head in, monkey wrench to the forehead. The woman had taken care of me for 22 years and it came down to that.

I didn’t think I could do it. She’s my mom, for Christ’s sake. Well, was my mom anyways. Have you ever bashed your own mother’s forehead in?

There was a time that the more common answer was, “No,” but here, every day I find another person with a similar story. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, priests, wives, even toddlers. The unthinkable has become an every day occurrence.

The guy in the cot next to me doesn’t have a brother anymore. He raided his own house last week and found a note on his brother’s desk, “I couldn’t do it. She’s my niece.” His brother’s signature was scrawled at the bottom of the page. The door to the bedroom was off the hinges and there was blood everywhere.

This is what it’s come down to, slaying family members for survival. Tantalus cursed his entire family by killing his son. I have a neighbor that brought three of his kids to their deaths.

What’s left for us? I can’t think of anything either, so fuck it. Tonight, I’m leaving the Zone and all the people who are still alive behind me. Maybe one day they’ll realize how pointless their lives are too.

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Artists needed

By Chris on June 10, 2008. Category: Blog/Site

I’m looking for someone that wants to illustrate some of our shorter stories.  You don’t have to be the greatest drawer, but if you are, that would be awesome.  I’ve set up this PowerPoint that we can use to “animate” some of our stories.  I’m looking for a kind of comic book look to the drawings.  Then we can use the text bubbles, and write in the text of the story.  We can also add sound effects. 

The drawings can be done by hand, and I can scan them in, if needed. 

 

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Blue Zones

By Matt on June 8, 2008. Category: Blog/Site

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Hitting on the Ladiez

By Chris on June 3, 2008. Category: 1. Edited Stories Tags: , , .

Two weeks ago, my fiancée left me.  I didn’t think I’d be back out at the bar scene so soon, but here I was, spending my weekend at The Blarney Stone with my buddy Rick checking out a couple of girls across the room.

“You want the blonde or the brunette?”

“Rick, I don’t know about this.  It’s too soon.  I don’t think I can do it.”

“C’mon, she’s gone, and she’s not coming back.  You’ve got to move on, man.”

“Fine, but no guarantees.  I’ll go over there, but if it doesn’t feel right, I’m not going through with it.”

“That’s the spirit.  So, which one do you want?  The brunette?  She’s just waiting for you over there.”

“OK, but you first.  I think it will be easier for me if her friend’s not there.”

The blonde made her way towards the pool table, and Rick followed her across the room.  That left just me and the brunette.

I couldn’t believe I was about to do this.  My wedding was supposed to be this morning, and now I’m checking out some strange girl at the bar.

As I made my way across the bar, my heart began pounding.  I think she must have heard it, because she finally turned towards me.  The look on her face showed that she was interested in me as well.  I didn’t know what to say once I reached her, should I try a line on her?  “You come here often?” didn’t seem right.  Neither did “My fiancée just left me.”  My throat was drying up, so I probably wouldn’t get much out anyway.  I began to sweat profusely.  I think she could tell that I was nervous.

“Uh, hi, uh, I don’t usually do this, but..”

Rick called from across that bar, “Dude! What are you doing?”

I turned back to see the brunette leaning in towards me to take a bite.  I swung the bat in my left hand, knocking her to the floor.

Rick picked up a towel off of the bar, and wiped the blood and skull chunks off of his crowbar.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?  Let’s see if there’s anything worth drinking left, and then we’ll head back.”

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