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 Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 8:32 pm
Short, sweet, one-post stories that come and go randomly. Shut up, don't doubt Misa's writing skills [ which are very poor] !
Feel free to post replies in here to comment on my...stuff. o.o
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 8:47 pm
In Flew Enza...
I had a bird...Its name was Enza...I opened the window...And in flew Enza.
It was an innocent chant that small children made up. Whimsical, silly, and was just as senseless as other children's chants. That's what we thought, until it really hit us. The ripple in the pond's still water, some might say. But to us, it was more like a huge splash in a swimming pool. What...was it?
I had a bird...
"Class, please do sett- Excuse me a moment..." the teacher wheezed. He exited the room and we all heard the sounds of him having a coughing fit. One student snickered and made a gesture that mocked choking. All of us, the whole class...we laughed until we heard a horrible noise that came right after. It was a bone chilling sound. It was like one out of a horror film: A gasp for air, then a cry of agony. Silence followed, and bewildered expressions arrived close behind.
Its name was Enza...
“Is Mr. Gregory okay?” asked Suzan, shaking. One of the kids had already raced to the door and was standing there horrified. Mr. Gregory was laying there, still. It seemed like all the life had left his body just like his coughs had. We didn’t know it at the time, but The Silent Killer had worked its way into our society, and it has just taken its first victim. Mr. Gregory, you know what took your life.
I opened the window...
Many people followed suit soon after. It was an epidemic for which there was no cure. We felt helpless and useless for the first time in a long time. It was not a welcome feeling, and we certainly weren’t prepared.
And...
In the months that followed, we had no idea what to do. We tried quarantining people. It didn’t help. We tried to calm people down, and the result was more chaos. It started like a normal cold. Then you got sick. After a while, you felt worse than you have ever felt. You truly couldn’t stop it at the time. We didn’t know what it was enough to do anything. The Silent Killer had prevailed. We thought it was over. That dreaded virus…
Influenza...
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 9:19 pm
Cold, Cold winter
The sound of cars rolling on icy streets, and people huddling together to walk and talk in groups...the air was filled with a peaceful, calming Christmas eve atmosphere. However, Cameron perceived it differently. Huddled in the street corner, white puffs that fell from the sky soaked into her worn, tattered clothes. Breaths came choppy and bitter, puffing white air into numb hands. There came no pity, no sympathy from passersby who had only themselves to think about while shuffling over the blanket of snow. Eyes peered curiously...and looked away without second thought.
Soon enough, soaked clothes refused to take anymore and dripped as much as it gained. Heavy eyelids fell over dry eyes at a regular tempo, before finally coming to a halt on the downbeat, and a deep inhale never released...
The sound of cars rolling on icy streets, and people huddling together to walk and talk in groups...staring at the pitiful, unmoving silhouette that sat in eternal rest.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 7:42 pm
Five Minutes
The masked man put it simply: "I'm going to kill you in five minutes," and since James had heard him say the exact same line to three of his friends--and noted with some alarm that the man had carried through on each occasion--he knew exactly what lay in store for him. He was tied down with barbwire to a rough sawed plank, but comfort mattered little now. After all, the last thing he wanted to do with his last five minutes was think about how uncomfortable he was on that stupid board. You'd think, though, that someone would've at least sanded it down a bit. And why barbwire? Was that really necessary? Why couldn't he have been killed by a killer who preferred soft nylon rope? And why, for that matter, had he been positioned facing the wall, with nothing interesting to look at? He was the only one of his friends who'd been put this way. Nothing to see but cheap woodgrain paneling. It was maddening. What an insult! And, to make matters worse, he had to pee. He didn't mind not getting a "last cigarette." He didn't smoke. But he did have to pee. Jesus Christ, what a lousy way to spend five minutes.
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