April 7, 2016 Nobody knows anything anymore. In what is only hours, large parts of the population have become infected. They rage. They kill. They bite and infect. As if that were needed. Apparently, whatever changed them is airborne. Still, people barricade themselves inside their homes. Some have taken their boats to sea. I don’t … Continue reading Survivor

I kept the blouse for weeks. It had a cracked button and scuff marks from where the dog tried to eat it while you were sleeping. Every few days I would smell it. The way your scent lingered was like tonic. It rushed through my body, bringing back memories of your skin on mine. Each … Continue reading Fading Away

They say that the third time is always the charm. That was certainly the case with me seeing how I was the last try after two miscarriages. My parents never mentioned this to me of course, it was the miscarriages themselves who told me. Claire and Paul arrived in my memory around the same time … Continue reading Claire and Paul

Frank died. Children sang. Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes! Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes! Frank looked out across the plains of fire. An eternity of flesh danced back at him. As the children sang, the scorched bodies of all the cursed souls followed along. “Better keep up!” a voice … Continue reading The Truth About Hell

A hollow ding rang throughout the kitchen, as the pieces of burnt toast jumped out of their would-be crematorium.   "Christ almighty, Karen" I said as my frustration grew. "Couldn't you think for two seconds and get my breakfast out before it gets ruined?"   Karen just sat there, her silence a resounding act of … Continue reading Burnt Toast

This is a personal recollection on what happened. I’m not too sure who I’m writing this too, or even if anyone other than me will read it. But until then, I guess I’ll call this a personal recollection. I don’t know where to start, but I suppose I will start from the very beginning. And … Continue reading The New Year’s Day Virus

Jimmy Wells is not like other boys. This is clear first from looking at him, the curvature of his golden mustache, upturned at the tips like a smile. Your eyes make their way down and find the second peculiar thing about him - he is missing fingers. His left hand can boast only a thumb … Continue reading A Date