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David's Writing Blog · 4d ago

Last Requests

The first two houses had been mostly taken by fire, only ruined shells and foundation left. The third was pristine, untouched. There were no other structures within sight: they were well out of town here. Mickey said, in a low voice, "Check it out or wait for the others?" "Wait." There was a car par
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David's Writing Blog · 1M ago

The Monthall Five

Start out by sneaking into Monthall School for Girls. Down the stairs from the kitchen, past the laundry and the storage, into the furnace room, pull up the grate, shimmy down through the hole, crawl on hands and knees through the grime and the spiders, out into the old drainage system, West through
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David's Writing Blog · 1M ago

A Boy And His God

Adam peered up through the waving leaves at the bright thing peeking out from behind the clouds. He squinted, as it hurt his eyes, and presently looked away. When he blinked, the afterimage of the light-point remained imprinted on his retina. “What is the bright thing called again?” A rumbling voice
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David's Writing Blog · 1M ago

Patient Zero

When Doctor Washburne awoke, there was still no food tray. He pushed his weakened frame up off the cot and shuffled to the intercom box which protruded from the wall of his isolation room. Pressing the button, he said, “Come on, guys, this is ridiculous, it's been since Sunday night. I need food.”
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David's Writing Blog · 2M ago

Equilibrium

“We're still here.” He was only half awake. “Huh? What?” Amy rolled over towards him, mouth close to his ear, breasts mushed against his arm and shoulder, and she whispered, “We're still here.” With his eyes still closed, he felt her push away and swing her legs to the floor to get out of bed. The
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David's Writing Blog · 2M ago

And Eat It, Too

They returned to the compound cold, dirty, and tired, but thankfully in the same numbers with which they had departed. They hadn't found much — Francis had siphoned a can and a half of gas, and Paco and Wilbur had scrounged maybe two bags of still-good canned food — but they'd cleared the approaches
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David's Writing Blog · 3M ago

Houseguest

Colton emerged from the back bedroom, closing the door silently behind him, his face ashen. Amy whispered, “Jen and Morris left. They took the keys and left. They—” “I know. He knows. He knew they were going to leave before they did it. He knows what's going to happen.” He sat down heavily in the r
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David's Writing Blog · 4M ago

Modus Vivendi

Midz-Aset woke to the clink, clink of arrows bouncing harmlessly off of his armor-plated hide. With one open eye, he surveyed the scene: a dozen archers loosing arrows over the heads of a handful of knights as they made their way past mountains of treasure to where he lay napping.“Serves me right, I
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David's Writing Blog · 4M ago

Not Being Michael Collins

It was a dream, or it was like a dream. Alone, on Intrepid, with Mars spinning below him and the immense cylinder of the alien ship hanging above him, everything in his field of view defied the understanding of the most primitive parts of his brain. It left Rothmeyer mildly and continuously unnerved
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David's Writing Blog · 4M ago

Zombie Drabble #391 “Awareness”

It was just a head. It sat there, leaning against the curb, the bloody jaw moving, tongue writing, eyes, darting back and forth. The body was still under the truck. “Whadda you reckon it’s thinking?” “I doubt it’s thinking anything at all. They appear to act on instinct. It might not even be aware t
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