Do we affect the growth of our cities, or do our cities affect the growth of us? This question can be viewed answered from every angle, and this is one story of how a man's life was drastically affected by his city, a place shrouded in industrialization.
A thick smog covers the city. It makes the street lights look a dirty yellow with a haze of brown around the edges. The black soot is caked on the top of buildings. The cars speed by, driving up and down the roads, vomiting brown smoke from their tailpipes. The buildings are all a dull grey, inside and out. The city is one giant black lung, ding second by second, wheezing for air. The trees are shriveled twigs, huddled together in farms, an attraction for tourists.
It was a Wednesday, the sun was out, there were no clouds in the sky, but even then the people of the city couldn't get a good look at it. A man wakes up, rolls out of bed--rubbing gunk from his eyes with his knuckles. He takes a shower and while washing his exposed body, he sees a blister on his left hand. He touches it, examines it, and tries scratching it off. He eventually occupies his mind with other things.
He leaves the shower and gets dressed. He puts on underwear, a white tank top, black slacks, and a blue dress shirt. As he's buttoning the cuffs he notices the blister again, only this time it's much bigger. At first it was just a small reddish bump, upon his second look at it, it had become a more larger bump, with a thing layer of brown moss covering it. He looks around, his mind flying a million miles away. Should he go to work in this condition? Should he go to the hospital? What type of blister is this? Will he die?
He soon became victim to his clock and forced himself to leave his house. His priorities were out of order. He planned to go to work and then to the hospital afterwards. Upon reaching his front door, instinctively he put his left hand out to open the door. Without noticing it at first, he wondered why his hand couldn't grasp the brass door handle. He looked down and beheld something truly terrible.
His hand, and each of his fingers had sprouted dozens of tiny roots that jutted out in every direction, even wrapping around each other, suppurating a thin ooze. He screamed, naturally and held his hand away from his body.
He managed to open his front door, shut it behind him, lock it, unlock his sports car, and roar it to life. As he sped down the street, his car excreting a black smoke that marked his progress, another terrible event happened.
He held his arm out the window, trying to ignore the smell. The warm stagnant air blowing in between his vegetative fingers created a reaction. The roots quickly fused with his skin, the infection tore through his skin, ripping it apart like wet paper. The newly sprouted roots tore not only through his skin, but through his blue dress shirt. They tore all the way to his elbow and sprouted out into a million different directions. Then, as he screamed in unmitigated agony, the infection spread up to his shoulder and sprouted out like decorative armory.
The man looked up and saw an oncoming car coming to crash into him. He naturally pulled his left arm inside to help turn the wheel and upon doing so saw it was covered in bark, sprinkled with green moss, and accented by bright green leaves. Despite his efforts he was not quick enough to avoid the traffic. He crashed into the car, and not wanting to make an interaction with this other human, immediately exited his vehicle.
He tore down the street at a full sprint, tears flowing from his eyes. That was when he felt it, the click in his hip, then almost instantly another in his knee, and a final one in his ankle. He stopped suddenly, as if his leg were stuck in the concrete, wrapped at the ankle. He looked down and saw his entire left leg covered in bark and green moss, was smashed deep into the black concrete of the street. He screamed and during the height of it he felt a coolness slide up the sides of his neck, up his jawline, and around his mouth. Down it went, into his throat, turning his scream into a cracking wood sound.
The tree was removed two days later. Officials concluded that radicals had planted the humanoid tree in the middle of the road to symbolize industrialization like a speeding car, waiting to crash into nature. No one ever heard from the man ever again, he was announced dead some weeks later, and was survived by his twenty five year old son who lived in another state. He will live on in their memories.
-Sir Jestro
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Tingle, For Now [Chapter One]
My name is Clark, and yes I'm aware of how horrible a name that is. But this isn't a story about how much I hate my parents for giving me an old man's name.
"But Clark, we named you after Superman." My mother would say.
"Superman fucking sucks! He's a god awful super hero! There's nothing worse than a guy who's only weakness is a rock!"
Then I would get grounded for having a filthy mouth and would get my cds taken away. But little did my mother know, I don't use cds anymore, I just download all my music online now. BAM! In yo' face MOM!!!
And then I would laugh at my own joke, because that's just the kind of guy I am.
So I had a filthy mouth, who cares? I take after my dad and older sister, Kim. Both of them swear like sailors, but oh now, Little Baby Clark can't! Then my dad would ground me just to keep face. I hope I never turn into a pussy whipped old man, that's a fate worse than death.
Will Smith said it best,
"Parents just don't understand."
I spent a lot of time in my room, surfing the internet. Mainly I was on myspace, just adding people, not really talking to them, but adding them. I had somewhere around twenty thousand friends, just out of boredom. One of these friends is the old family that live next door, their grand daughter. My parents used to always tease me saying her and I would get married and blah blah blah. I hated my parents back then.
But she stopped coming over during the summers and we grew apart, until just recently (thank you myspace) this girl is a perfect ten.
A dime piece as the rappers say.
Short and blond, big ol' titties (hey, I'm white what do you expect?) small waist, everything Playboy would be looking for for a centerfold.
So we were in 11th grade when she found me on myspace. She sent a friend request and in the little message it said,
"We used to take baths together!"
At first I didn't know what to think, I thought it was some kind of prank one of my friends was pulling on me (they do that from time to time). But then I read the name, Stephanie Willson. Then the little light bulb above my head lit up and my jaw dropped to the floor as I looked through her pictures.
This is a girl I'd jerk it to while watching porn! And we're practically family friends, practically arranged to be married!
I must have been a saint in the last life.
So a few days go by, and while I'm online she IMs me.
"hey"
"hi"
"this is clark right"
"yup"
"omg clark how r u"
"good and you"
"ive been good omg ive missed u so much"
"yeah I've missed you too"
"so what have yo been up to"
Now this is where the lies begin, and I start finding myself in a conflict worthy of being recreated as a comedic sitcom or movie, maybe even a story (that is if people still read). I had done some 'research' on Stef the day I accepted her. I read her about me, looked at her pictures and started following her on twitter. Whilst reading her about me section I read all sorts of interesting things' still a virgin (I can't lie, so was I at this point), wants to be a nurse (they all do, don't they?), likes funny guys, loves her family and friends, not a whore, hates haters, plays snare in the school band (now if a chick drum rolling all over the place isn't hot, I dunno what is), and really likes guys in bands. We're talking about rock bands here people. So one thing I need to get out in the open is, I play the guitar and I sing (well try to anyhow) and because of these hobbies I have a lot of pictures of guitars on my page, and pictures with me 'jamming'. But am I a musician, or even in a band? No, not at all, and that's where the lies begin.
"oh just playing shows and stuff what have you been up to"
"omg ur in a band!!!!"
"haha yup we play shows all the time were pretty popular out here"
"wow"
"yup"
Now I know what you're thinking, "Why did you lie to her?" Well, to be honest, I was sixteen, turning seventeen and I really wanted my first time to be with someone super hot! Is that really so shallow? "Yes, Clark. It is."
A few days go by and I don't really talk to her, but then she hits me up on IM again.
"hi"
"hey"
"so remember that time we wrecked my grandma and grandpas backyard"
"yeah those were good times"
"i know i miss you clark"
"I miss you too Stef"
"if i ever come back will you play a song for me"
"of course I will!"
"promise"
"I promise"
"cute!!!!!"
"hahaha"
"so do you have any shows anytime soon"
"Yeah we have one," And I glance at my backpack, I remember getting a flyer for my school's battle of the bands. It says April 2nd, over a month a way. "its on April 2nd"
"omg! r u serious!"
"Yeah why?"
"im gonna be visiting my grandparents then! i get to see you live!"
...Shit.
"Its a battle of the bands at my school, I don't think youd be interested."
"nosense silly"
"okay, if you say so"
"omg a battle of the bands! If i was there and you won i would totally...^_^"
"what does that mean?"
"well what do you want it to mean ;)"
WHHHHAAAA!!!!????? I want it to mean blowjob, first, then some full on sex afterwards!
"Your crazy. Hahaha!"
"i think guys in bands are hot and were supposed to get married member?! so its like an early wedding gift to my future husband"
I know this sounds crazy, but that's really what she said, and if she hadn't said that thing about wrecking her grandparents' backyard I wouldn't have believed her. But as it goes, I asked her some questions only her and I would remember, and she did the same thing. It was really her, and she was giving me sex for winning the battle of the bands at my school, all I had to do was win. That was a problem, I didn't have one. But what I did have was two summer's worth of lawn mowing money saved (I was going to buy a car) and five weeks to start a band, and win battle of the bands.
"Starting tomorrow," I said to myself while taking a shit and reading manga. "I'm going to ask everyone I know who plays and instrument to be in my band." Then I noticed my sister had used all the TP.
...Bitch.
-Sir Jestro
"But Clark, we named you after Superman." My mother would say.
"Superman fucking sucks! He's a god awful super hero! There's nothing worse than a guy who's only weakness is a rock!"
Then I would get grounded for having a filthy mouth and would get my cds taken away. But little did my mother know, I don't use cds anymore, I just download all my music online now. BAM! In yo' face MOM!!!
And then I would laugh at my own joke, because that's just the kind of guy I am.
So I had a filthy mouth, who cares? I take after my dad and older sister, Kim. Both of them swear like sailors, but oh now, Little Baby Clark can't! Then my dad would ground me just to keep face. I hope I never turn into a pussy whipped old man, that's a fate worse than death.
Will Smith said it best,
"Parents just don't understand."
I spent a lot of time in my room, surfing the internet. Mainly I was on myspace, just adding people, not really talking to them, but adding them. I had somewhere around twenty thousand friends, just out of boredom. One of these friends is the old family that live next door, their grand daughter. My parents used to always tease me saying her and I would get married and blah blah blah. I hated my parents back then.
But she stopped coming over during the summers and we grew apart, until just recently (thank you myspace) this girl is a perfect ten.
A dime piece as the rappers say.
Short and blond, big ol' titties (hey, I'm white what do you expect?) small waist, everything Playboy would be looking for for a centerfold.
So we were in 11th grade when she found me on myspace. She sent a friend request and in the little message it said,
"We used to take baths together!"
At first I didn't know what to think, I thought it was some kind of prank one of my friends was pulling on me (they do that from time to time). But then I read the name, Stephanie Willson. Then the little light bulb above my head lit up and my jaw dropped to the floor as I looked through her pictures.
This is a girl I'd jerk it to while watching porn! And we're practically family friends, practically arranged to be married!
I must have been a saint in the last life.
So a few days go by, and while I'm online she IMs me.
"hey"
"hi"
"this is clark right"
"yup"
"omg clark how r u"
"good and you"
"ive been good omg ive missed u so much"
"yeah I've missed you too"
"so what have yo been up to"
Now this is where the lies begin, and I start finding myself in a conflict worthy of being recreated as a comedic sitcom or movie, maybe even a story (that is if people still read). I had done some 'research' on Stef the day I accepted her. I read her about me, looked at her pictures and started following her on twitter. Whilst reading her about me section I read all sorts of interesting things' still a virgin (I can't lie, so was I at this point), wants to be a nurse (they all do, don't they?), likes funny guys, loves her family and friends, not a whore, hates haters, plays snare in the school band (now if a chick drum rolling all over the place isn't hot, I dunno what is), and really likes guys in bands. We're talking about rock bands here people. So one thing I need to get out in the open is, I play the guitar and I sing (well try to anyhow) and because of these hobbies I have a lot of pictures of guitars on my page, and pictures with me 'jamming'. But am I a musician, or even in a band? No, not at all, and that's where the lies begin.
"oh just playing shows and stuff what have you been up to"
"omg ur in a band!!!!"
"haha yup we play shows all the time were pretty popular out here"
"wow"
"yup"
Now I know what you're thinking, "Why did you lie to her?" Well, to be honest, I was sixteen, turning seventeen and I really wanted my first time to be with someone super hot! Is that really so shallow? "Yes, Clark. It is."
A few days go by and I don't really talk to her, but then she hits me up on IM again.
"hi"
"hey"
"so remember that time we wrecked my grandma and grandpas backyard"
"yeah those were good times"
"i know i miss you clark"
"I miss you too Stef"
"if i ever come back will you play a song for me"
"of course I will!"
"promise"
"I promise"
"cute!!!!!"
"hahaha"
"so do you have any shows anytime soon"
"Yeah we have one," And I glance at my backpack, I remember getting a flyer for my school's battle of the bands. It says April 2nd, over a month a way. "its on April 2nd"
"omg! r u serious!"
"Yeah why?"
"im gonna be visiting my grandparents then! i get to see you live!"
...Shit.
"Its a battle of the bands at my school, I don't think youd be interested."
"nosense silly"
"okay, if you say so"
"omg a battle of the bands! If i was there and you won i would totally...^_^"
"what does that mean?"
"well what do you want it to mean ;)"
WHHHHAAAA!!!!????? I want it to mean blowjob, first, then some full on sex afterwards!
"Your crazy. Hahaha!"
"i think guys in bands are hot and were supposed to get married member?! so its like an early wedding gift to my future husband"
I know this sounds crazy, but that's really what she said, and if she hadn't said that thing about wrecking her grandparents' backyard I wouldn't have believed her. But as it goes, I asked her some questions only her and I would remember, and she did the same thing. It was really her, and she was giving me sex for winning the battle of the bands at my school, all I had to do was win. That was a problem, I didn't have one. But what I did have was two summer's worth of lawn mowing money saved (I was going to buy a car) and five weeks to start a band, and win battle of the bands.
"Starting tomorrow," I said to myself while taking a shit and reading manga. "I'm going to ask everyone I know who plays and instrument to be in my band." Then I noticed my sister had used all the TP.
...Bitch.
-Sir Jestro
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Star Force Gemini 2 Chapter 3 [Part One]
"I am more than displeased with your apparent lack of progress." Ω said as he stood, arms folded outside of C41212105's house.
"Hang on, just a sec!" He shouted from inside the house. In the next instant he was carrying five wheeled bags out of the front door.
"...What the hell?" Ω asked, looking in bewilderment at C412121o5's womanly display of traveling.
"What? Gotta be prepared for anything. And plus, I don't even know how long we'll be out there, dick." C41212105 said, trying to defend himself.
"Dude, you're a rich lil' shit, you could just go shopping if you needed anything." Ω said.
C41212105 looked exasperatedly at Ω, who returned the jaw dropping look with his own, mockingly.
"You're such a dick." C41212105 said, stuffing his H3 shut and walking around to the driver's seat. He opened the door and jumped inside, Ω was already sitting shotgun. "What?" C41212105 asked him.
"I didn't say anything! But come on, lil' girl we still have to pick up those other two, good-for-nothing mongrels." He started to light a cigarette when C51212105 slapped his shoulder and motioned to his dash board where a 'No Smoking' sign was lit.
Ω looked at him as if he were the stupidest person to ever live. He flicked the fresh cigarette out the window.
They drove away from C41212105's house and heading to 김재민's. He was waiting outside, with one big duffel bag at his side.
"See, ONE duffel bag! More than enough for any man." Ω said angrily.
"Shut up, Ω! I don't care what you think!" C4121215 growing more and more aggravated.
"Hey, guys!" 김재민 said as he opened the back door and jumped in. He then slammed the door shut.
"김재민! Can you please NOT slam my doors!?" C41212105 screamed before he started backing out of the driveway.
"...Dude, this is a fucking Hummer, the last of your worries is the fucking door!" 김재민 screamed back, obviously annoyed at C41212105 not too friendly greeting.
"Yeah, he's just a little angry 'cuz he's got some yeast in his puss! Isn't that right, C41212105? Gotta a lil' yeast up in that vag?" Ω taunted. C4121215 remained silent, his knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly.
"So where are we picking **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** at?" 김재민 asked.
"Her work, she doesn't want us knowing where she lives." Ω said.
"Really?" 김재민 asked.
"Yup." Ω said. "SKETCH!"
They were at CVC soon enough and **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** was looking gorgeous as ever, holding a big brown leather bag by the strap.
"See, even she has only one bag!" Ω screamed as they stopped to let her in.
"Oh, my god! SHUT THE FUCK UP Ω!!!!" C41212105 screamed, his voice cracking. 김재민 just sat there laughing. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** opened the door and strained trying to pull herself into the lifted vehicle.
"Ugh!" She exclaimed as she finally managed to get inside. "I'm so small, that was tough." She chuckled her old man laugh and they started off towards the freeway.
"So how do we get there, Ω?" C41212105 asked.
"Well, hang on just a second and I'll tell you!" He shouted back glancing often at his iphone.
김재민 giggled in the back seat, he was having a great time.
"Okay, get off on Main. Take that up Pompey Hills Road...Oh, we're taking the Pompey Uphill. Ha!" Then Ω looked into the back seat and continued. "Don't you guys think it's stupid to have the air port at the top of the mountain rather than on the coast?"
"Dude, we don't live in LA, there's no reason for an airport right next to the water!" C41212105 said.
"Yeah! We all know how you feel, yeast infection boy, but I was talking to my 'friends' over here." Ω said, still leaning over the seat, trying to get a look down **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**'s shirt, which was completely covered, by the way. They exited the freeway at this point.
"It's whatever." She said, too busy texting to notice Ω's poor attempt to see her cleavage.
"Yeah, I feel the same way." 김재민 said, eyes glazed, fixed on something outside the window. "Hey, guys...why is there a tank in the middle of the city? And why is it heading straight for us?" Just then all three of them looked out the windows to see a massive tank speeding towards them. It quickly overtook them and was driving ahead of them. The cannon slowly turned around and pointed directly at them.
DJ Machete plays Evolution by Girugamesh.
"Oh, it's on now!" Ω said as the cannon shot at them. Luckily C41212105 swerved out of the way just in the nick of time. "You!" Ω screamed, pointing at 김재민. "Let's take out this fucking tank, mutha'fucka'!" He rolled the power windows down (all of them). He and 김재민 climbed out of the windows and onto the H3.
"We've gotta time this just right." Ω screamed over the howling wind.
"Just shut your mouth!" 김재민 screamed, spinning a quarter staff. Then he ran to the end of C41212105's H3 and jumped onto the tank. Effortlessly.
The tank made a massive clicking sound, 김재민 assumed this meant the humans inside were loading up for another shot. He slammed his quarter staff against the cannon, causing it to spin rapidly around. Then Ω jumped onto the tank and sliced the top of the tank off, like opening flipping a coin. 김재민 and Ω waited for a figure to emerge from the still moving tank. And a figure did emerge, his name was...
[EsTe-Tr@nCe]
"You gotta be fucking kidding." 김재민 says, utterly shocked.
-Sir Jestro
"Hang on, just a sec!" He shouted from inside the house. In the next instant he was carrying five wheeled bags out of the front door.
"...What the hell?" Ω asked, looking in bewilderment at C412121o5's womanly display of traveling.
"What? Gotta be prepared for anything. And plus, I don't even know how long we'll be out there, dick." C41212105 said, trying to defend himself.
"Dude, you're a rich lil' shit, you could just go shopping if you needed anything." Ω said.
C41212105 looked exasperatedly at Ω, who returned the jaw dropping look with his own, mockingly.
"You're such a dick." C41212105 said, stuffing his H3 shut and walking around to the driver's seat. He opened the door and jumped inside, Ω was already sitting shotgun. "What?" C41212105 asked him.
"I didn't say anything! But come on, lil' girl we still have to pick up those other two, good-for-nothing mongrels." He started to light a cigarette when C51212105 slapped his shoulder and motioned to his dash board where a 'No Smoking' sign was lit.
Ω looked at him as if he were the stupidest person to ever live. He flicked the fresh cigarette out the window.
They drove away from C41212105's house and heading to 김재민's. He was waiting outside, with one big duffel bag at his side.
"See, ONE duffel bag! More than enough for any man." Ω said angrily.
"Shut up, Ω! I don't care what you think!" C4121215 growing more and more aggravated.
"Hey, guys!" 김재민 said as he opened the back door and jumped in. He then slammed the door shut.
"김재민! Can you please NOT slam my doors!?" C41212105 screamed before he started backing out of the driveway.
"...Dude, this is a fucking Hummer, the last of your worries is the fucking door!" 김재민 screamed back, obviously annoyed at C41212105 not too friendly greeting.
"Yeah, he's just a little angry 'cuz he's got some yeast in his puss! Isn't that right, C41212105? Gotta a lil' yeast up in that vag?" Ω taunted. C4121215 remained silent, his knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly.
"So where are we picking **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** at?" 김재민 asked.
"Her work, she doesn't want us knowing where she lives." Ω said.
"Really?" 김재민 asked.
"Yup." Ω said. "SKETCH!"
They were at CVC soon enough and **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** was looking gorgeous as ever, holding a big brown leather bag by the strap.
"See, even she has only one bag!" Ω screamed as they stopped to let her in.
"Oh, my god! SHUT THE FUCK UP Ω!!!!" C41212105 screamed, his voice cracking. 김재민 just sat there laughing. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** opened the door and strained trying to pull herself into the lifted vehicle.
"Ugh!" She exclaimed as she finally managed to get inside. "I'm so small, that was tough." She chuckled her old man laugh and they started off towards the freeway.
"So how do we get there, Ω?" C41212105 asked.
"Well, hang on just a second and I'll tell you!" He shouted back glancing often at his iphone.
김재민 giggled in the back seat, he was having a great time.
"Okay, get off on Main. Take that up Pompey Hills Road...Oh, we're taking the Pompey Uphill. Ha!" Then Ω looked into the back seat and continued. "Don't you guys think it's stupid to have the air port at the top of the mountain rather than on the coast?"
"Dude, we don't live in LA, there's no reason for an airport right next to the water!" C41212105 said.
"Yeah! We all know how you feel, yeast infection boy, but I was talking to my 'friends' over here." Ω said, still leaning over the seat, trying to get a look down **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**'s shirt, which was completely covered, by the way. They exited the freeway at this point.
"It's whatever." She said, too busy texting to notice Ω's poor attempt to see her cleavage.
"Yeah, I feel the same way." 김재민 said, eyes glazed, fixed on something outside the window. "Hey, guys...why is there a tank in the middle of the city? And why is it heading straight for us?" Just then all three of them looked out the windows to see a massive tank speeding towards them. It quickly overtook them and was driving ahead of them. The cannon slowly turned around and pointed directly at them.
DJ Machete plays Evolution by Girugamesh.
"Oh, it's on now!" Ω said as the cannon shot at them. Luckily C41212105 swerved out of the way just in the nick of time. "You!" Ω screamed, pointing at 김재민. "Let's take out this fucking tank, mutha'fucka'!" He rolled the power windows down (all of them). He and 김재민 climbed out of the windows and onto the H3.
"We've gotta time this just right." Ω screamed over the howling wind.
"Just shut your mouth!" 김재민 screamed, spinning a quarter staff. Then he ran to the end of C41212105's H3 and jumped onto the tank. Effortlessly.
The tank made a massive clicking sound, 김재민 assumed this meant the humans inside were loading up for another shot. He slammed his quarter staff against the cannon, causing it to spin rapidly around. Then Ω jumped onto the tank and sliced the top of the tank off, like opening flipping a coin. 김재민 and Ω waited for a figure to emerge from the still moving tank. And a figure did emerge, his name was...
[EsTe-Tr@nCe]
"You gotta be fucking kidding." 김재민 says, utterly shocked.
-Sir Jestro
Monday, October 05, 2009
Something Truly Terrifying
I first heard about the Cthulhu a few weeks ago, when I was watching a video showing in game footage of the game Scribblenauts. They had God with a shotgun going up against the Cthulhu, they both killed ended up killing each other. Then a few weeks later I was browsing through Borders and came across [while looking through the zombie and vampire sections] H.P. Lovecraft's The Call of the Cthulhu. I read the first couple of paragraphs and was completely engrossed. Now I kind of feel bad about getting Slaughter House Five instead, but I'm told that is one of the greatest books ever written, so I don't feel as bad. I will however, be buying [once I have money to spend on myself] The Call of Cthulhu as well as Zombie Haiku.
For those of you like me, who hadn't grown up knowing what the hell a Cthulhu was I have two pictures of what people believe it would look like.
It is supposed to be a giant humanoid with tentacles coming out of it's face and with massive wings coming from it's back. Now this thing is supposed to be the size of a mountain. I've heard that the Cthulhu is supposed to be either mentioned or a big part of Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters. Also, I should think the Kraken would be in there too.
Anyhow, here are some pictures I found on google of the Cthulhu.
-Sir Jestro
For those of you like me, who hadn't grown up knowing what the hell a Cthulhu was I have two pictures of what people believe it would look like.
It is supposed to be a giant humanoid with tentacles coming out of it's face and with massive wings coming from it's back. Now this thing is supposed to be the size of a mountain. I've heard that the Cthulhu is supposed to be either mentioned or a big part of Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters. Also, I should think the Kraken would be in there too.
Anyhow, here are some pictures I found on google of the Cthulhu.
-Sir Jestro
Sunday, October 04, 2009
None Story
So I've finished up a few stories in the past couple of weeks. And I apologize to my loving readers for not posting every night. School has started again, meaning that since this is my aunt's work computer, I don't have full access to it. I have, however stopped working nights at CVS. Let me try that one again.
I no longer am employed by CVS, so my nights are free should I choose for them to be.
I talked to my best friend a few weeks ago about not wanting to start any new stories until I've finished the ones [for the most part] that I'm currently writing. Stories such as SFG Remixed as well as season two will continue regardless on what else I'm writing. Stories such as The Seventh Bowl and Dollface will also continue regardless, only much slower than SFG due to the fact that I have much higher standards for those two stories than my others.
I miss writing often, but I don't, however, miss writing mostly mediocre stuff with the occasional amazing chapter.
Take for instance Customer Service. At the beginning I was sprung, in love, completely smitten but as the story progressed I lost those feelings, for a multitude of reasons. And most of you know me very well, I really do have a large capacity for love, there are so many things in this earth that I love, people [women included] are one of them. So despite the fact that my love life is for all purposes dead, that doesn't mean I don't still harbor such feelings towards you-know-who.
On that note, I wondered how odd it would be for me to go back and read Customer Service again. Would it perhaps spark some of those dead feelings back to life? And would the same thing happen to you-know-who if she were to read it again? And then I stop my thinking right there. I've learned not to cut myself with such silly thoughts.
Back to my work.
I still have several one shots to begin as well as others to finish. But I'm not going to rush them. Take for example, Six Bullets I didn't rush that one, it actually took me a few weeks to write, and I am very proud of it. As well as most of my other shorts.
So I only have to finish Becky and Clown and I believe all my current endeavors will be complete [with the exception of the above mentioned novels]. I really want to write something amazing, so I'm going to officially begin brainstorming a new thriller, or I guess you would call it sci-fi [I'm thinking along the same lines as Nightmare Stare and The Rabbit's Foot]. If any of you have suggestions please let me know [So Elizabeth, if you're reading text me your idea, even if it's "idk fool *pOw*"].
I'm tired, but a good tired. Like I'm exhausted, and I'm excited by that.
Oh, now to tell you all about the books I'm currently reading. I took a break from alternating between books, an idea I had for accomplishing more, to focus on reading just one. I'm currently focusing on Eclipse, part three of the Twilight saga by Stephanie Meyer. Then I'm going to read Cut, I don't remember who wrote that one, but it's tiny so I'm confident I can finish it quickly. Then I'm going to give Kevin his book The Name of the Wind back, only because [as good as it is] I would rather read other books that I own myself.
Well, I am tired yet again so I'm off to bed. Fare well, all of you.
I love you.
-Sir Jestro
I no longer am employed by CVS, so my nights are free should I choose for them to be.
I talked to my best friend a few weeks ago about not wanting to start any new stories until I've finished the ones [for the most part] that I'm currently writing. Stories such as SFG Remixed as well as season two will continue regardless on what else I'm writing. Stories such as The Seventh Bowl and Dollface will also continue regardless, only much slower than SFG due to the fact that I have much higher standards for those two stories than my others.
I miss writing often, but I don't, however, miss writing mostly mediocre stuff with the occasional amazing chapter.
Take for instance Customer Service. At the beginning I was sprung, in love, completely smitten but as the story progressed I lost those feelings, for a multitude of reasons. And most of you know me very well, I really do have a large capacity for love, there are so many things in this earth that I love, people [women included] are one of them. So despite the fact that my love life is for all purposes dead, that doesn't mean I don't still harbor such feelings towards you-know-who.
On that note, I wondered how odd it would be for me to go back and read Customer Service again. Would it perhaps spark some of those dead feelings back to life? And would the same thing happen to you-know-who if she were to read it again? And then I stop my thinking right there. I've learned not to cut myself with such silly thoughts.
Back to my work.
I still have several one shots to begin as well as others to finish. But I'm not going to rush them. Take for example, Six Bullets I didn't rush that one, it actually took me a few weeks to write, and I am very proud of it. As well as most of my other shorts.
So I only have to finish Becky and Clown and I believe all my current endeavors will be complete [with the exception of the above mentioned novels]. I really want to write something amazing, so I'm going to officially begin brainstorming a new thriller, or I guess you would call it sci-fi [I'm thinking along the same lines as Nightmare Stare and The Rabbit's Foot]. If any of you have suggestions please let me know [So Elizabeth, if you're reading text me your idea, even if it's "idk fool *pOw*"].
I'm tired, but a good tired. Like I'm exhausted, and I'm excited by that.
Oh, now to tell you all about the books I'm currently reading. I took a break from alternating between books, an idea I had for accomplishing more, to focus on reading just one. I'm currently focusing on Eclipse, part three of the Twilight saga by Stephanie Meyer. Then I'm going to read Cut, I don't remember who wrote that one, but it's tiny so I'm confident I can finish it quickly. Then I'm going to give Kevin his book The Name of the Wind back, only because [as good as it is] I would rather read other books that I own myself.
Well, I am tired yet again so I'm off to bed. Fare well, all of you.
I love you.
-Sir Jestro
Confessions of a Teenage Zombie [Chapter Fourteen]
X and I drove through the streets of the city, heading towards the hospital.
"So which hospital are we going to?" I asked.
"Pompey General." He responded not looking at me.
"Is that the one where that guy jumped out of the window?" I asked.
"Nope." He said looking at me now. "That was Sir Pathogen's Hospital. We're going to the general one, you know where all the poor people go to?"
"Ah, I see."
I looked out the window and my mind went into a fog, the next thing I knew, X was shaking my arm.
"Jessica." He said as my vision came back to me. "We're here."
"Okay." I said and go out of the car.
"Wait! You're still covered in blood!" He was chasing after me.
"I don't think that's really something uncommon for a hospital."
"But the zombie scare hasn't worn off yet!" He stopped. "They'll kill you!"
I looked back at him with a smile and said,
"It doesn't matter; I'm already dead." He looked crushed, let his head fall onto his chest and walked slowly after me.
I walked through the automatic doors greeted by gasps and long wide-eyed stares. I calmly walked to a counter where someone wearing puppy scrubs was sitting.
"Yeah, hi. I was just shot and um, I don't feel so good." The person's eyes examined me, slowly looking up to meet my eyes. "And um, oh yeah, I got the crap kicked out of me too. It really hurt. I think I even have a piece of a wire cage in me somewhere." I raised my arms and tried to find the broken cage with my head. Then I looked back at the nurse, or whatever she was.
The fat little woman's mouth was on the floor and she was just staring at me.
"So, um..." I motioned with my hands. "Where do I go?"
"Umm...ummm...Hang on." She said and got up from her chair. She walked away and then I started looking around. I saw another nurse whispering in someone's ear a few chairs down from where I was standing.
"Hey, where did that girl go? She just left. I was looking for my doctor, Samantha Cummings. Do you know where I could find her?" I asked.
"She's in the elderly ward, on the fifth floor." The woman answered, annoyed.
"Kay thanks bye." I said and started walking away. X sauntered up next to me as I was heading for the elevator.
"Hey, any luck?" He asked.
"Yup, she's on the fifth floor." I said calmly.
"How is it you find this sound out so easily?"
"I just ask." I said.
"Oh." He said.
As I pushed the little circular button in between the two elevator doors someone shouted.
"FREEZE!" I looked in the direction of the screaming and then looked to X.
"I don't think those cops are looking for you. You should probably get out of here."
"You're probably right, I'll be waiting out front. See yah." He said and then kissed me on the cheek, blood getting all over his lips as he did. He ran off the opposite direction as the five armed police running my way. I didn't even bother to raise my arms, we zombies have no rights, we're all just uncivilized monsters feeding on the flesh of the more civilized.
BEEP!
I turned and saw an elevator door opening, so I walked toward it. The cops were still some ways away, knowing this I didn't hurry walking into the elevator. I eased my way in between the other riders [if that's what you call people in an elevator] quietly, trying not to make a scene.
"STOP!" I could hear the cops shouting.
"Up, please." I said to the person standing closest to the buttons. By the time the doors closed I just started hearing the sound clatter of the police footsteps.
Elevators were always so uncomfortable for me, even when I was alive, but being an undead zombie [a little redundant, I know] covered in flesh and blood, it was so much worse.
It was like being in a buffet and being extremely hungry. You know those times when you figure out you were hungry only when you're in front of the food, and then you're starving? That's how it was.
Did I want to have a feast on the six people standing so uncomfortably around me in this tiny little elevator? Or did I just want to wait it out and save all my hunger for that dildo, Sam? What to do, what to do?
I managed to hold off eating the people in the elevator, it really wasn't too hard when an old man in front of me passed gas. I wasn't the only one to make a sound of disgust while he stood there, oblivious. Ah, the benefits of slowly losing control of your body and senses.
When the doors opened to the fifth floor three armed police men were standing, guns drawn and pointed into the elevator. It took me only a fraction of a second to react. I grabbed a the old man and ducked down, rushing forward. I heard the gun shots and felt the old man convulse as the bullets hit him. I pushed the old man into the cop who happened to be standing in the middle. I pushed the two of them into each other so hard that when they both crashed into the wall, they both fell to the floor, unconscious.
I turned to my left and made eye contact with the cop. Fear flooded into his eyes, and I heard him gasp. I swung at him and took a chunk of his face off as I did, all the while the cop behind me was too afraid to shoot me. I turned around and head butted him sending him to the ground. Then I stopped. Three cops left unconscious, one badly injured, but ultimately -- a success. I have managed to keep a fraction of my humanity intact, and I'm okay with that.
Then I heard the doors to the elevator slide close behind me and I was instantly brought back to reality. I had a mission to complete, I had a bitch to kill.
I made my way down the hallways, reading the little name tags beside the doors and then checking inside the rooms, just in case. I couldn't find her at first, but my persistence eventually paid off. I made it to the terminal ward [I'm not sure if that's what they called it, but it was full of old vegetables. She was sitting beside an old man who was, for all who looked upon him, as brain dead as me. She was reading a book to him. I listened for a while, it was something about a farm full of talking animals. I was memorized by her graceful rhythm while reading, it was hypnotic. I remembered how much I trusted her, even when she had me chained to the wall. She was, or at least pretended to be, someone who cared when the rest of the world didn't.
I shook my head and walked beside the bed. She looked up annoyed at first, and then she saw me.
"You?!" She said dropping the small book on the floor.
"Yes, me." I replied without a smile.
"But I thought you...?"
"I was dead to begin with." I said coldly.
"What, what are you doing here?" She asked, shaking.
"I'm here to kill you, bitch."
She jumped to her feet, knocking the chair over. She held her arms in the air, a sign of surrender. I saw through her facade.
"No, you can't please, please reconsider!" She begged.
"My mind has been made." I said.
"I can't die now, I have too much to do first."
"Yeah? Like what?" I asked, irritated.
She motioned to the old man lying in a death sleep, eyes half open. I shrugged, not understanding.
"He's my father! And he's dying!" She screamed.
"Are you sure he's not already there?" I asked with a smile.
"Yes, I'm sure! Why do you think I wanted to help you so much!?"
"Help me!?" I asked in a furious scream. "How was leaving me for a firing squad helping me!?"
"Well, I was at first. But I soon realized there was nothing to gain, not after I had taken samples of your blood."
"What does that mean?"
"It means after I was done with you, I was done with you." She said.
I am the used.
"Did you get what you were looking for from my blood, you stupid bitch? I screamed.
"Yes, and..." She paused, her back to the window. I could see raindrops crashing against the glass. "And no."
"And no?"
"Well, it worked. The experiments of injecting humans with infected samples, but the more they ate, the more they...lost control of themselves." She said.
"Yeah, I could have told you that." I said with hostility.
"But the fact that those we infected were healed, for the things they needed, was a success!" A smile grew on her face.
"I don't get it." I said.
"The virus reanimated the dead cells in people. One girl was paralyzed from the waist down. After we injected her she could walk, but shortly after, she was lost in her hunger."
"Yeah, it can do that to you." I said.
"None of them had as much humanity intact as you have. They've all done horrible things, things that can't be undone."
"We zombies aren't the only ones who tend to do those kinds of things." I said with a smirk.
"I'm not saying humans aren't flawed, I'm just noting that you seem to be the most civilized zombie I've encountered." She said, now not so tense.
"It's hard work. I've done terrible things too, I've destroyed beautiful things."
"Ha, I bet." She said with a smile. "Well, it was real but now it's time for you to die."
I looked around and saw four police officers at the door all with guns drawn. I looked back at her, she was smiling that she had just won the lottery. I sighed.
"I guess you're right." I said dropping my head onto my chest.
The door busted open and I could hear the cops rushing in.
"Now, don't anybody move!" One shouted. I heard Sam giggle, and lost it. There was no way, being this close, that I was giving up. I raised my head, my nose flared and eyes narrow, focusing on the cunt. She made eye contact and knew instantly, I was going to kill her. Her mouth flew open and her arms lifted, like she was trying to signal to the cops, but was too frightened to do so. I screamed and lunged, sprinting towards her.
"FIRE!" I heard one scream. I was filled to the top with fury and nothing phased me, not the bullets penetrating through my back, spraying my dead blood all over the room. Not the screams from everyone in the room. Nothing phased me. I had tunnel vision, I saw only Sam, and I was going to kill her. She looked around the room, in panic, backed up to the window. All the color left her face, and tears started flooding from her eyes.
I leaped into her, wrapping my arms around her waste. We both crashed into the glass window, breaking through it. All I could hear were screams and the howling of the wind as we fell towards the earth. We must have hit some kind of railing or support beam or something, because the next thing I knew, I was spinning in another direction. I lost hold of Sam and slammed into something else. Then the final thud came, and I rolled down some kind of incline. I stopped and couldn't feel my body. I tried to move, but nothing happened.
Then I was picked up by the head, and still couldn't feel my body.
"Jessica." It was X. "Jessica?"
"Uhhhh...What?" I asked in pain.
"Oh, my god! You're alive?!" He asked, I could tell he was running as he carried me.
"Well, not really." I said opening my eyes for the first time.
"What?" He asked. I saw the sky above his head, dark and menacing.
"Zombie, remember?" I said. He laughed. "So what happened?"
"Well, that fall was pretty amazing. The two of you were sliced into a million little chunks."
"Wait, WHAT!?" I screamed. He tried to hush me.
"Jessica, please. I'm trying to make a getaway with a severed head, don't make this any more difficult than it has to be."
"So how much of me is left? Just my head?" I asked as he opened the car door and tossed me inside.
"Pretty much." He put on his seatbelt and turned the car on. We drove in silence for a while. I was just resting on the seat, and his focus was on the road.
"Hey, X." I asked after a while.
"Yes?" He asked looking at me.
"Wanna do an experiment?"
"What kind of experiment?" He asked.
"Oh, I don't know. One like, what would happen if we attached my head to a decapitated body kind of experiment." I said playfully. He looked at me and smiled. "Do you like that idea?"
"I will when we find a body with a big butt." He said.
"Okay." I said with a giggle. "Let's get started."
-Sir Jestro
"So which hospital are we going to?" I asked.
"Pompey General." He responded not looking at me.
"Is that the one where that guy jumped out of the window?" I asked.
"Nope." He said looking at me now. "That was Sir Pathogen's Hospital. We're going to the general one, you know where all the poor people go to?"
"Ah, I see."
I looked out the window and my mind went into a fog, the next thing I knew, X was shaking my arm.
"Jessica." He said as my vision came back to me. "We're here."
"Okay." I said and go out of the car.
"Wait! You're still covered in blood!" He was chasing after me.
"I don't think that's really something uncommon for a hospital."
"But the zombie scare hasn't worn off yet!" He stopped. "They'll kill you!"
I looked back at him with a smile and said,
"It doesn't matter; I'm already dead." He looked crushed, let his head fall onto his chest and walked slowly after me.
I walked through the automatic doors greeted by gasps and long wide-eyed stares. I calmly walked to a counter where someone wearing puppy scrubs was sitting.
"Yeah, hi. I was just shot and um, I don't feel so good." The person's eyes examined me, slowly looking up to meet my eyes. "And um, oh yeah, I got the crap kicked out of me too. It really hurt. I think I even have a piece of a wire cage in me somewhere." I raised my arms and tried to find the broken cage with my head. Then I looked back at the nurse, or whatever she was.
The fat little woman's mouth was on the floor and she was just staring at me.
"So, um..." I motioned with my hands. "Where do I go?"
"Umm...ummm...Hang on." She said and got up from her chair. She walked away and then I started looking around. I saw another nurse whispering in someone's ear a few chairs down from where I was standing.
"Hey, where did that girl go? She just left. I was looking for my doctor, Samantha Cummings. Do you know where I could find her?" I asked.
"She's in the elderly ward, on the fifth floor." The woman answered, annoyed.
"Kay thanks bye." I said and started walking away. X sauntered up next to me as I was heading for the elevator.
"Hey, any luck?" He asked.
"Yup, she's on the fifth floor." I said calmly.
"How is it you find this sound out so easily?"
"I just ask." I said.
"Oh." He said.
As I pushed the little circular button in between the two elevator doors someone shouted.
"FREEZE!" I looked in the direction of the screaming and then looked to X.
"I don't think those cops are looking for you. You should probably get out of here."
"You're probably right, I'll be waiting out front. See yah." He said and then kissed me on the cheek, blood getting all over his lips as he did. He ran off the opposite direction as the five armed police running my way. I didn't even bother to raise my arms, we zombies have no rights, we're all just uncivilized monsters feeding on the flesh of the more civilized.
BEEP!
I turned and saw an elevator door opening, so I walked toward it. The cops were still some ways away, knowing this I didn't hurry walking into the elevator. I eased my way in between the other riders [if that's what you call people in an elevator] quietly, trying not to make a scene.
"STOP!" I could hear the cops shouting.
"Up, please." I said to the person standing closest to the buttons. By the time the doors closed I just started hearing the sound clatter of the police footsteps.
Elevators were always so uncomfortable for me, even when I was alive, but being an undead zombie [a little redundant, I know] covered in flesh and blood, it was so much worse.
It was like being in a buffet and being extremely hungry. You know those times when you figure out you were hungry only when you're in front of the food, and then you're starving? That's how it was.
Did I want to have a feast on the six people standing so uncomfortably around me in this tiny little elevator? Or did I just want to wait it out and save all my hunger for that dildo, Sam? What to do, what to do?
I managed to hold off eating the people in the elevator, it really wasn't too hard when an old man in front of me passed gas. I wasn't the only one to make a sound of disgust while he stood there, oblivious. Ah, the benefits of slowly losing control of your body and senses.
When the doors opened to the fifth floor three armed police men were standing, guns drawn and pointed into the elevator. It took me only a fraction of a second to react. I grabbed a the old man and ducked down, rushing forward. I heard the gun shots and felt the old man convulse as the bullets hit him. I pushed the old man into the cop who happened to be standing in the middle. I pushed the two of them into each other so hard that when they both crashed into the wall, they both fell to the floor, unconscious.
I turned to my left and made eye contact with the cop. Fear flooded into his eyes, and I heard him gasp. I swung at him and took a chunk of his face off as I did, all the while the cop behind me was too afraid to shoot me. I turned around and head butted him sending him to the ground. Then I stopped. Three cops left unconscious, one badly injured, but ultimately -- a success. I have managed to keep a fraction of my humanity intact, and I'm okay with that.
Then I heard the doors to the elevator slide close behind me and I was instantly brought back to reality. I had a mission to complete, I had a bitch to kill.
I made my way down the hallways, reading the little name tags beside the doors and then checking inside the rooms, just in case. I couldn't find her at first, but my persistence eventually paid off. I made it to the terminal ward [I'm not sure if that's what they called it, but it was full of old vegetables. She was sitting beside an old man who was, for all who looked upon him, as brain dead as me. She was reading a book to him. I listened for a while, it was something about a farm full of talking animals. I was memorized by her graceful rhythm while reading, it was hypnotic. I remembered how much I trusted her, even when she had me chained to the wall. She was, or at least pretended to be, someone who cared when the rest of the world didn't.
I shook my head and walked beside the bed. She looked up annoyed at first, and then she saw me.
"You?!" She said dropping the small book on the floor.
"Yes, me." I replied without a smile.
"But I thought you...?"
"I was dead to begin with." I said coldly.
"What, what are you doing here?" She asked, shaking.
"I'm here to kill you, bitch."
She jumped to her feet, knocking the chair over. She held her arms in the air, a sign of surrender. I saw through her facade.
"No, you can't please, please reconsider!" She begged.
"My mind has been made." I said.
"I can't die now, I have too much to do first."
"Yeah? Like what?" I asked, irritated.
She motioned to the old man lying in a death sleep, eyes half open. I shrugged, not understanding.
"He's my father! And he's dying!" She screamed.
"Are you sure he's not already there?" I asked with a smile.
"Yes, I'm sure! Why do you think I wanted to help you so much!?"
"Help me!?" I asked in a furious scream. "How was leaving me for a firing squad helping me!?"
"Well, I was at first. But I soon realized there was nothing to gain, not after I had taken samples of your blood."
"What does that mean?"
"It means after I was done with you, I was done with you." She said.
I am the used.
"Did you get what you were looking for from my blood, you stupid bitch? I screamed.
"Yes, and..." She paused, her back to the window. I could see raindrops crashing against the glass. "And no."
"And no?"
"Well, it worked. The experiments of injecting humans with infected samples, but the more they ate, the more they...lost control of themselves." She said.
"Yeah, I could have told you that." I said with hostility.
"But the fact that those we infected were healed, for the things they needed, was a success!" A smile grew on her face.
"I don't get it." I said.
"The virus reanimated the dead cells in people. One girl was paralyzed from the waist down. After we injected her she could walk, but shortly after, she was lost in her hunger."
"Yeah, it can do that to you." I said.
"None of them had as much humanity intact as you have. They've all done horrible things, things that can't be undone."
"We zombies aren't the only ones who tend to do those kinds of things." I said with a smirk.
"I'm not saying humans aren't flawed, I'm just noting that you seem to be the most civilized zombie I've encountered." She said, now not so tense.
"It's hard work. I've done terrible things too, I've destroyed beautiful things."
"Ha, I bet." She said with a smile. "Well, it was real but now it's time for you to die."
I looked around and saw four police officers at the door all with guns drawn. I looked back at her, she was smiling that she had just won the lottery. I sighed.
"I guess you're right." I said dropping my head onto my chest.
The door busted open and I could hear the cops rushing in.
"Now, don't anybody move!" One shouted. I heard Sam giggle, and lost it. There was no way, being this close, that I was giving up. I raised my head, my nose flared and eyes narrow, focusing on the cunt. She made eye contact and knew instantly, I was going to kill her. Her mouth flew open and her arms lifted, like she was trying to signal to the cops, but was too frightened to do so. I screamed and lunged, sprinting towards her.
"FIRE!" I heard one scream. I was filled to the top with fury and nothing phased me, not the bullets penetrating through my back, spraying my dead blood all over the room. Not the screams from everyone in the room. Nothing phased me. I had tunnel vision, I saw only Sam, and I was going to kill her. She looked around the room, in panic, backed up to the window. All the color left her face, and tears started flooding from her eyes.
I leaped into her, wrapping my arms around her waste. We both crashed into the glass window, breaking through it. All I could hear were screams and the howling of the wind as we fell towards the earth. We must have hit some kind of railing or support beam or something, because the next thing I knew, I was spinning in another direction. I lost hold of Sam and slammed into something else. Then the final thud came, and I rolled down some kind of incline. I stopped and couldn't feel my body. I tried to move, but nothing happened.
Then I was picked up by the head, and still couldn't feel my body.
"Jessica." It was X. "Jessica?"
"Uhhhh...What?" I asked in pain.
"Oh, my god! You're alive?!" He asked, I could tell he was running as he carried me.
"Well, not really." I said opening my eyes for the first time.
"What?" He asked. I saw the sky above his head, dark and menacing.
"Zombie, remember?" I said. He laughed. "So what happened?"
"Well, that fall was pretty amazing. The two of you were sliced into a million little chunks."
"Wait, WHAT!?" I screamed. He tried to hush me.
"Jessica, please. I'm trying to make a getaway with a severed head, don't make this any more difficult than it has to be."
"So how much of me is left? Just my head?" I asked as he opened the car door and tossed me inside.
"Pretty much." He put on his seatbelt and turned the car on. We drove in silence for a while. I was just resting on the seat, and his focus was on the road.
"Hey, X." I asked after a while.
"Yes?" He asked looking at me.
"Wanna do an experiment?"
"What kind of experiment?" He asked.
"Oh, I don't know. One like, what would happen if we attached my head to a decapitated body kind of experiment." I said playfully. He looked at me and smiled. "Do you like that idea?"
"I will when we find a body with a big butt." He said.
"Okay." I said with a giggle. "Let's get started."
-Sir Jestro
Friday, October 02, 2009
Confessions of a Teenage Zombie [Chapter Thirteen]
My eyes flashed between The Bastard and The Pig.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Forth and back.
One thousand times, all in a split second. Then it clicked in my head.
I dove towards The Pig and tackled it to ground, cradling it in my arms. I opened my mouth as far as it would go, and with one last flicker of humanity -- paused -- and torn my infected teeth into it's neck. The Pig screamed in pain, kicking it's legs in a frantic panic. It's body wiggling, trying to escape my death grip.
I threw my head to the side, tearing a massive chunk of pig skin and tendons from the bone. The blood splattered against the filthy floor. The Pig let out a squeal that could probably be heard upstairs. I could feel The Bastard rushing towards me. I rolled onto my back and let The Pig keep him off, kicking at him with it's last rush of life, all the while I continued to devour it's delicious flesh.
The Bastard quickly figured my plan out and started kicking my sides. I then placed one hand on The Pig's ear and with a fluid motion, snapped it's neck, killing it. I rolled onto my feet and looked The Bastard in the eye. He looked shaken but still unafraid. I would need to change that...before I killed him.
The Pig's lifeless, half-eaten body lay motionless between us. I was the first one to move. I ran forward and kicked The Pig. It flew through the air and crashed right into The Bastard's chest sending him flying into a wall.
Then I screamed, and for the second time in my...undeath...I felt just like those angry decomposing monsters in the movies. As I screamed, in my blood-drunkenness I could see fear seep into his eyes. It was strange, it was like his eyes changed colors, focusing on the flesh and blood dripping from my hair and chin. Then I charged, swinging my arms in an uncontrolled fury I couldn't understand. The Bastard pulled a pistol from his back and pointed it at me and fired.
Twice.
Both times in my chest.
It did NOT phase me.
I just kept charging and swinging my arms. He was curled into a ball and spitting prayers out of his mouth like vomit as my arms torn the flesh from his bones. Then I bent down and devoured his mangled body.
Then I heard a door from above open and a loud crashing sound. Then the sound of something tumbling down stairs and ultimately landing behind me.
"Jessica!" It was X. He was panicked.
"I'm here." I said quickly regaining my humanity.
"You're alive!" He screamed and wrapped me in his arms.
"Well, kind of." I managed to say while trapped in his shoulder. He backed up quickly with a horrified look on his face.
"What?!"
"...Zombie...Remember?" I said shrugging my shoulders. Then his tension faded and he wrapped me in his arms again.
"Oh, thank Jesus!" It sounded like he was almost crying.
"X. I'm covered in blood and guts..." I said. He got my hint and backed away.
"Oh, right." He said. "OH! I found out where Sam is!" He screamed then he took my hand and lead me upstairs, back into the world.
-Sir Jestro
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Forth and back.
One thousand times, all in a split second. Then it clicked in my head.
I dove towards The Pig and tackled it to ground, cradling it in my arms. I opened my mouth as far as it would go, and with one last flicker of humanity -- paused -- and torn my infected teeth into it's neck. The Pig screamed in pain, kicking it's legs in a frantic panic. It's body wiggling, trying to escape my death grip.
I threw my head to the side, tearing a massive chunk of pig skin and tendons from the bone. The blood splattered against the filthy floor. The Pig let out a squeal that could probably be heard upstairs. I could feel The Bastard rushing towards me. I rolled onto my back and let The Pig keep him off, kicking at him with it's last rush of life, all the while I continued to devour it's delicious flesh.
The Bastard quickly figured my plan out and started kicking my sides. I then placed one hand on The Pig's ear and with a fluid motion, snapped it's neck, killing it. I rolled onto my feet and looked The Bastard in the eye. He looked shaken but still unafraid. I would need to change that...before I killed him.
The Pig's lifeless, half-eaten body lay motionless between us. I was the first one to move. I ran forward and kicked The Pig. It flew through the air and crashed right into The Bastard's chest sending him flying into a wall.
Then I screamed, and for the second time in my...undeath...I felt just like those angry decomposing monsters in the movies. As I screamed, in my blood-drunkenness I could see fear seep into his eyes. It was strange, it was like his eyes changed colors, focusing on the flesh and blood dripping from my hair and chin. Then I charged, swinging my arms in an uncontrolled fury I couldn't understand. The Bastard pulled a pistol from his back and pointed it at me and fired.
Twice.
Both times in my chest.
It did NOT phase me.
I just kept charging and swinging my arms. He was curled into a ball and spitting prayers out of his mouth like vomit as my arms torn the flesh from his bones. Then I bent down and devoured his mangled body.
Then I heard a door from above open and a loud crashing sound. Then the sound of something tumbling down stairs and ultimately landing behind me.
"Jessica!" It was X. He was panicked.
"I'm here." I said quickly regaining my humanity.
"You're alive!" He screamed and wrapped me in his arms.
"Well, kind of." I managed to say while trapped in his shoulder. He backed up quickly with a horrified look on his face.
"What?!"
"...Zombie...Remember?" I said shrugging my shoulders. Then his tension faded and he wrapped me in his arms again.
"Oh, thank Jesus!" It sounded like he was almost crying.
"X. I'm covered in blood and guts..." I said. He got my hint and backed away.
"Oh, right." He said. "OH! I found out where Sam is!" He screamed then he took my hand and lead me upstairs, back into the world.
-Sir Jestro
Ignorance is Bliss
The ones with the curves in all the right places,
They are the puppeteers,
And we, the one horned Neanderthals,
Are their puppets.
Convince us to fight,
For some shallow form of affection,
Convince us to kill,
For a touch of flesh.
Look with eyes unclouded by ignorance,
And spot out the most unsubtle gestures,
And scream with unjustified rage,
When another removes your veil of denial.
An outsider has come and ruined the fabric of your happiness,
Crucify him -- make him rue for his slander,
His wicked jaw will be closed -- forcefully,
And then from the silence you will be happy again.
They are the puppeteers,
And we, the one horned Neanderthals,
Are their puppets.
Convince us to fight,
For some shallow form of affection,
Convince us to kill,
For a touch of flesh.
Eventually, we all succumb to the temptation.
Look with eyes unclouded by ignorance,
And spot out the most unsubtle gestures,
And scream with unjustified rage,
When another removes your veil of denial.
An outsider has come and ruined the fabric of your happiness,
Crucify him -- make him rue for his slander,
His wicked jaw will be closed -- forcefully,
And then from the silence you will be happy again.
Living in a blissful ignorance.
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