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Standing here on my stairs I decide to catch my breath for a moment, it's amazing how much energy you actually exert when struggling against the undead for your life.

I hear a sound and immediately stop breathing......I am motionless and listen intently.

It's coming from below me....almost sounds like.....people talking.

I sneak downstairs and walk up to the first apartment on the right, first floor. Number 1012.

Pressing my ear to the door I can actually make out people whispering inside.

I try the handle and it turns........I gently push at it and once it is about a foot open......

"Aaaaaahhhhh!!!!!" A woman screaming at the top of her lungs begins wildly swinging a .....broom?.....at me.

I cover my head and step back so as not to get whacked by her before she realizes that I'm not trying to eat her.

She stops swinging and seems scared and out of breath while she stares at me, a bewildered look on her face.

I turn to look at her now that I'm no longer in danger of getting a good ol' fashioned broom beating and shake my head in dissapoinment.

"what is a matter with you?" I ask her

"wull, i thoughts yous one-a them purson eaters" she mumbled out to me.

A heavy set black lady in her mid fifties stood before me, obviously very shaken. From behind her emerged who I guessed is her son, in his thirties, slightly over-weight about 6 foot tall.

I scowled at him for a second "Shame on you for hiding behind her" I began to get really pissed off, I knew it would be the only way for them to learn before they were dead. "And why the hell was I able to just walk into your place?" I raised my voice.

"Wull, wull..." He stuttered.

"Lock the door motherfuckers!!! Can't you see these things will eat your sorry asses if you don't do something to protect yourself! And a broom? Come on lady" close to yelling.

They both stood there now, staring at me like children being punished.

"Oh god. What have I done?" I thought. I just yelled loud enough for anything to hear me.

I turn to my left to see the creature just make it to the bottom of the stairs on the other side.

"Get inside, lock the door, and don't come out" I hurriedly whipered this to the lady as I pulled her door shut.

Turning to face him, I tightened the grip on my butcher knife and steadied myself.

As soon as his hollow black eyes set upon me he sucked in a breath as if to taste me in the air.

I shuddered........

He staggered/ran at me in erratic movements so fast he was upon me before I scarcely had a chance to blink. Scared, I started to swing at him with the knife, my eyes half shut.

I heard a thump as something hit the ground and the thing began to wail loudly......

I open my eyes to look........I cut his arm off! Sweet!.....I smiled as he waved his stump about, spraying the wall with his dark blood....it looked coagulated already....strange.

Snap out of it stupid, take your chance before you lose it........taking the knife in both hands, firm grip, I plunge it between his eyes.........

*Thckkk*..........

At first the skull resisted the blade, but once through the thick mass, it slid in easily.

I continued pressing the knife in as I turned it from side to side, the thick blood oozed out of the wound, running down the grossly disfigured face.......ahhhh.......I let out a breath of relief as I kicked the thing to the ground, pulling the knife out "asshole".

I wiped at my face and retained my bearings. I felt as though time were running out........

I would never reach him without a car, "That's my only option" I decided.

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Vidiana
01:40 Apr 25 2008

Unfortunately all my lovely comments from my readers have been lost, but this was due to error on my part. You see, when I had typed out "motherfuckers", I placed 2 asterisks in it so it had read "motherf**ckers" but this was incorrect as each asterisk replaces a letter, so really one of them should have been the "c". So I had to go back and change them all to the correct version "motherf**kers", deleting all the comments in the process :'( But perhaps now, you can read all three back to back and let me know how it flows together and what you think of the story line so far.

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As I walked along with my best friend, towards the entrance to the grocery store, my hot pink chonclas slapped the bottoms of my feet with every step...*smack*....*smack*....*smack*....

I took the last drag off my cigarette and flicked it hard against the ground, it made a dull popping noise as I blew out the cloud of smoke.

My jeans were starting to fall so I tugged at them to pull them up -.- no belt today.

As we stepped into the store we zig zagged in and out of a myriad of people pushing their carts full of groceries while trying to control their unruly children.

We toured the entire store. When we reached the freezer section I wished I hadn't of worn such a thin, fitting shirt so I folded my arms across my chest.

Coming full circle we rounded the corner to pay for our items and approached the florist's section. The first thing to catch my eye was a large bunch of purple Irises. The color was so deep and stunning even though they were not fully bloomed. I stopped to gaze on them a moment before moving along at the urges of my friend. Then, at the end of the section, was a small table topped with three Phalaenopsis Orchids in small pots. They were breathtakingly beautiful. Their delicate bodies curved over and outwards with gorgeous flowers like porcelain doll faces. I watched them as I walked away, my eyes never leaving them, and they seemed to reach for me, calling me to return.

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SeleneTremere
20:58 Apr 18 2008

I saw chonclas and laughed...you are either of hispanic origin or you've been raised in and around hispanics...am I right?

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Vidiana
22:03 Apr 18 2008

Born and raised in Tex Mex central!

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SeleneTremere
22:08 Apr 18 2008

lol...I'm just South of Houston.....gotta love the Tex-Mex!

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For a moment, the thpught came to me that if I don't move, they won't find me........wrong.

They don't really "see" me, they smell me.

I couldn't stay here forever and my knees were starting to hurt from the hard cement floor of my balcony.

I didn't have time for this anyways, I have to find him. I have to know if he's still alive. I understand that the chances of this are slim, and I may have to face a heart-breaking truth, but I have to know, I just have to.

I slowly begin to inch towards the door that leads inside my apartment, and that thing down there seems so content in munching away on my neighbor that I relax for just a second, letting out a deep breath..............

and my back pops.

I cringe at how loud it sounds and turn my head to see if the noise was heard by anyone or anything else.

Yes......he heard it........he had stopped stuffing his face with human flesh and held the body just off the ground as he stood there........slightly hunched over..........smelling the air........blood glistening on his face and tendons hanging like strings from his gaping jaw.

In one quick movement he looked directly at me with those large pale eyes and dropped the body like a sack of potatoes.

I froze.

"Fuck" I said out loud.

It was now a race as we both began running at the same moment.

The thing darted towards the stairs of my builiding. I knew if he caught me in here I was dead for sure. So I ran for the door.

As I left, I propped the door open with the chair, leaving my apartment wide open........they're not that bright anyways, just incredibly hungry.

I start down the opposite flight of stairs and can actually hear the thing going into my apartment.

"Genius" I think to myself, a smile almost coming to my face at this small victory, but my moment is shattered.

I turned to look down the stairs and blocking my way......... is one of them........breathing like a demon with eyes full of bloodlust.

I stop in my tracks.

For what seemed like an eternity his eyes searched my body and drool mixed with blood ran from his mouth.

His body was thin, white and clammy and remnants of clothing hung from him like old rags.

I was disgusted and horrified........

In his left hand he squeezed and played with something...........chunks of brain matter.

As I slowly begin to back up the stairs he makes a sudden movement and I slip.........

Frantically I'm trying to climb up my stairs backwards on hands and feet, with a death grip on my butchers knife as this thing rushes at me.........my heart is pounding out of my chest and I scream as it grabs my ankle, pulling me down to it.

I kick at it and try to pull myself back up but it's no good. My breath is erratic now and all I can think about is escaping. I grasp at stairs and claw at the cement.

It rips at my clothes, it's nails scratching into the flesh of my stomach.

And just as it lunges towards my neck, mouth open wide, teeth bared to pierce my juggular, breath like rotting death, I shove the butchers knife up into it's skull as hard as I can, the blade still visible in the open mouth. A small spray of blood hits my face and I close my eyes..............

I roll the heavy dead mass off of me onto the stairs and pull at my knife, but it is quite stuck.

So I place a foot on his face and brace myself as I yank the knife out. I look down at my Adidas that are now smeared with blood and realize that at one time this would have upset me, but it seems so trivial at this point. Right now only one thing matters..........

I run out of my apartment, down the stairs and into the parking lot.

........Dead........

They are all dead. Every last one of them.

The only sound is the wind through the trees.

No cars, no traffic, no sirens, no people.

Nothing.

Calm, but eery and sad at the same time.

The night air is slightly warm and humid, very still but for a few small breezes.

I take in a deep breath.....

they are all dead.

At the very moment this thought hits me, I hear the shuffling of feet in awkwardly timed movements.

Instinct makes me reach to my right pocket,

empty.

Oh shit, I fucking left it upstairs.....

As quickly as my feet will move I turn around and sprint up the stairs, skipping every other step.

I run into my apartment and slam the door shut, locking both locks and jamming the chair I had set aside under the handle.

I run into the bedroom to find it laying carelessly on my bed

"what an idiot" I say to myself.

I grab the shiny butchers knife that I had spent so long sharpening and move to the window.

If they aren't all dead...how many more can be out there?

I peer out the window, into the darkness, squinting, searching for any type of movement.

I can hear something in the courtyard, just outside my window, but it's too dark to see, and the sound is hard to make out.

I quietly go to the door to the balconey and with the utmost discretion, I gingerly open it slowly.....

being careful to stay quiet

"don't make a fucking sound or they'll hear you"

I instruct myself as I sneak outside.

I kneel close to the floor and almost crawl out onto my balcony.

I can make out a dark shape, but no definite features, it's about 15 yards in front of me and one story below.

I can now hear the sound.....

it is a gurgling, slurping, guttural sound with smacking and chewing, imagine a pig trying to eat a tub of jello. And then a few cracks......dull....*pop*......*snap*

Bones. It's the sound of bones breaking.

My grip tightens on the butchers knife and I can hear myself breathing. It's so loud. Can it hear me?

I sneak closer to the railing to try and get a better look. As I do, the clouds move away from the moon, lighting up everything like it's fuckin noon time. Great. If they didn't know I was here before, they sure as hell are gonna see me now.

Sure enough, I can see it now, I've got a perfect view....... there it is, hunched over a body,

devouring it like a dog on a thanksgiving turkey.

The head is still attached..... barely, hanging to the side, swaying back and forth, eyes rolled up.

A moment of recognition hits me as I stare at the corpses lifeless eyes. That's my upstairs neighbor!

Hmph. The side of my mouth twitches in sarcastic amusement. Never liked her anyways.

In my perfect world, this is how it would be:



You would have been my first...

my first everything. My first true love, my first one-n-only, my first glimpse at happiness and bliss. I would have been your first....

your first sweetheart, your first moments of realizing your future, your first love.

There would have been no one in this world before you and I, and no one in this world would matter but you and I. Our lives would be intertwined even before meeting, and our connection would last even after death. By now we would have been married for some time, but still madly in love and all our dreams would easily be fulfilled in anything we want to do. Our home would over look the ocean in beautiful Croatia. We would own a boa and a cat who are the best of friends and travelling the world would happen whenever we want it to.

I would wake up each morning to see you sleeping next to me like an angel and would softly kiss you so as not to wake you.

I could see you smile each and everyday and it would warm my heart every time.

My sickness of the mind would be non existent and all days would be lived in complete happiness. Yes, this is my perfect world, a dream, maybe, but not too far off. What do you think? Would you live in a perfect world?

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Sinora
18:50 Apr 11 2008

*Checks piggy bank for money to buy ticket to perfect world* x

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Angelus
00:00 Apr 15 2008

..explained a lot.

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I don't know how many poems I can write

or stories I can type out

to say that I love you.

Not just that I love you, but that I am in love with you as well.

You never cease to amaze me and everyday

it's something different.

I don't know why the love interests of your past let you go, but it was stupid move on their part,

and wonderful for me.

You're like a drug to me,

I can never get enough,

I fiend for you, I crave you,

I am so addicted.

You're never close enough

unless I'm resting my head on your chest

and listening to your heart.

I like to imagine that it beats

in that rhythm only for me.

I like how you indulge me....

all my strange topics and curious wonderings,

things that I could never talk about

with anyone else, and you indulge me

by holding whole conversations

about them.

I would never desecrate the most

beautiful thing I have ever possessed,

our relationship.

You're the kind of guy that I want all of

my friends to meet so they can be jealous

of how good you treat me.

You're the kind of guy I want to tell my parents all about so I can impress them that I finally found someone worthy.

You're the kind of guy that I would never

let go of.

You always know how to bring out the best in me, thank you for that.

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Sinora
19:52 Apr 07 2008

One from the heart I think, lucky you enjoy.

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ladygoddessaries
06:03 Apr 08 2008

*smiles* Lucky man~

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azreal
16:37 Apr 08 2008

I believe so too. ;)

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Vidiana
16:43 Apr 08 2008

Please stop, I'm blushing. You're going to spoil me.

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captainglobehead
17:44 Apr 08 2008

Whoever you write to, about and for, is fortunate indeed.

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After having read a journal entry yesterday by Angelus, to which I was quite engrossed in, I thought to myself "Can I make a slice of my everyday an interesting read?" Wait.....no. Interesting is the wrong word to use here, because the events that had taken place would not be of real interest to anyone. Captivating. That is the word I was looking for. Could I write a small account of my days events and make it a captivating read? The only way for me to find out, is to try. Rather than account for yesterday, which has already past, this is an account of my morning.



I woke slowly to the sound of screaming. My cell phone alarm. Rolling to my side, I opened one eye just enough to grab the phone and turn the alarm off. Humidity permeated the air in my bedroom, covering me in a warm sticky feeling.

I lay in bed, eyes closed, almost half hoping to go back to sleep, listening to the sound of birds singing a morning song. I was never a morning person and no matter how long I've worked an 8-5 job, I will never be a morning person. The morning light was grey and unfeeling towards my want of cozy sleep, it filtered through my room, not bright with golden rays of sunshine, but dull and cold.

After quite a bit of procrastination I began my usual morning routine and in 12 minutes was out the door, which I found I had left unlocked the night before. What a stupid mistake! I made a mental note to never ever do that again.

The morning air was very cool and humid as I stepped out the door and rushed my little feet down the stairs, I almost turned around to grab a jacket. Fuck it, I'm almost late to work as it is, I don't have time for that.

I smoked a cigarette on my way and thought about my 10 minute drive. It's always the same and to be honest, I never really pay attention to it. Maybe I'm still half asleep, but it's grey. It's always grey. No real color or interest, no character. Whether it's 7:45am or 5:25pm it always looks the same, even the cars that drive it and the people in them. How mundane..... I began to feel trapped by this. I was rescued, saved, made alive again by the one I love, but this 10 minute drive brought me down. I did not want to slip back into the greyscale world of mediocrity. So I thought about this weekend and how just seeing him would brighten even the darkest of roads that I travel down. I smiled to myself.

Once at work, I threw myself into my chair, I still felt the hand of sleep on me. I resigned myself to drudgery from this point on and immediately got online.

Not much to say after this......except when I ran into an anvil. Yes, an anvil. An oddly shaped, heavy piece of blacksmithing equipment that is rarely used today. My boss collects them and they are stacked on top of each other against the wall outside of the office. In my haste to catch someone so I could ask them a question, I ran into one, the corner of it hitting the middle of my left thigh, I almost knocked it over. This will be quite a bruise. I almost laughed at myself "what a clutz" I thought. Now and again I rub my palm over it and the pain reminds me to be more careful of my surroundings.

The rain started with ferocity and has died down to a whimper. I sigh aloud at my desk as I long to curl up in bed for a nap. Everyone knows that a light constant rain is the best weather to sleep in.

And so here we are, you and I, fingers on keys, eyes on screen. I know you will be reading this sometime after I finish it, hopefully you enjoyed it, maybe you did not, but you read it at least, and that's all I can ask for. Thank you.

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Sinora
17:53 Apr 04 2008

Wow you get out of bed and out the door in 12 minutes ?...how ??? lol......an interesting read, thank you.

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Angelus
16:25 Apr 05 2008

..you wondered whhether it would captivate, it did.

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