Tag: dead
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Deader Than A Doornail-5)
And just like that, the interrogation began. “You mean you made us crash and die? What a douche!” Elliot asked. Beverly was more infuriated. “W-w-who are you then? Mr Mephistopheles??” Ralph pointed a finger to the ground, meaning stone cold business. “I want answers, guy. Answers! You hear me!?” The quiet old codger took a […]
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Deader Than A Doornail-4)
Bev Jr is busy hating her existance. She had become more alone and sullen than she normally was, which was saying something. She’d just drive (and fast), and question why she was this living zombie and why she didn’t just stay dead. Unlike everyone else in the fam jam, she could not just look past […]
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Deader Than A Doornail-3)
The next morning, Tuesday, I’m meaning, the family stood and sat in the kitchen, eating breakfast and talking loudly. Elliot was very open with his confession. “Why do I have xray vision..?” His dad cut him off, with a big grin. “Aw, son, that’s fantastic news! As I young boy, it was my one wish […]
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Deader Than A Doornail-2)
The Doornail family, Ralph, Beverly, Elliot and Bev Jr, sat quietly around the oval kitchen table. Beverly had prepared a giant breakfast fit for the undead and it was cooling rapidly before them. They looked around at the spread, then up at each other without word and without expression. Bev Jr broke the ice. “Um, […]
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Deader Than A Doornail-1)
As the sun set slowly in the east, the McDougal family sedan soared through air and crashed violently into Caliko Lake, fully emersed by the drink in mere seconds. The man who sent them into their watery graves sat behind the wheel of his old farm truck, in a daze of disbelief, smoke funneling out […]
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To The Butterfly.
Friends, I’ve gathered you here together in this minuscule portal of the world wide interweb to say a few final words about the not-so dearly departed, Kristopher Kenneth Bobosky. He left us all at the mid-life mark, young in his mind but he was basically half way to the grave anyway so whatever. Welcome to […]
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Buried Yet Breathing36.
“You. Without direction, you did not do well, did you? How did you lead? By killing innocence, altering planned deaths and confusing eternal destinations, when I had all aligned from the beginning of time? Was that your battle to wage? Are you the Keeper of Promises?” With that last statement, He rose off His throne […]
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Buried Yet Breathing35.
Haziel, without breaking his gaze upon the vast room of convalescing, electrified souls, spoke swiftly to his mentor. “What shall be of these sinful creatures? Surely they will be cast aside for there is no repentance for this!” Chamuel was silent. Though unflinching, he felt troubled inside in regards to the entire situation. His greatest […]
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Buried Yet Breathing34.
An array of multiple colors shot out from their suspended cocoons, connecting one to the next, back to front. Like white fire and lightning, with as many variations of vibrant color as a rainbow, their paralysis seized them with no escape remotely possible. Evident on their faces, most tried to struggle but were met with […]
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Buried Yet Breathing33.
Death after bloody death of the innocent and of the guilty littered the streets. Twisted, broken limbs, and pools of blood where everywhere. The carnage ended almost as quickly as it began. The hideous remnants of gore would not soon be forgotten. Only the dead truly know how life begins after death, and with these […]
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Buried Yet Breathing31.
At the thresh hold of Peter’s house… At the foot of the entrance, Savannah grabbed Peter’s hand, stopping his momentum and causing him to stumble. “Hey, what are you doing, silly?” He was smiling but Savannah was not. Savannah’s eyes welled up and hot tears blemished her pale face as she spoke, wavering. “Peter, it’s […]
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Buried Yet Breathing19.
Suddenly, they all cried out in one of many screams of terror as the pulling sensation became a feeling of dropping, with no parachute to soften the fall. They plummeted like dead weight and the portal turned black as night. The grip on each other loosened as they tumbled and turned, bodies bumping and bouncing […]