my zombie tragedy........
so I know I've been kind of ...not around lately.... I blame Mr. Puddles... (my depression) .. don't ask my why I needed to give it a name... and don't even bother to ask why it's a man. I'm just weird that way, OK? I also blame my teachers... did you know they actually want you to do work for your grades?.. it's CRAZY.. I know.... In keeping with that ... I wrote my latest story for my writing class... and thought I'd post it here for your delight! Outside the window, the city was quiet; like sleeping fairy dust had put everyone in a slumber until it was all over. Just like in the fairy tales; only this wasn’t a story, it was real life. The red, pus-filled wound on my arm was the only sign that I’d been bitten; three days ago, now. This morning, however, I started to notice some disturbing effects after my husband, Gerald, brought me breakfast. He laid my tray of food down on the side table, and I felt a longing to bite into the soft flesh of his neck...