[Pivetor]

Here are some of my short stories:

Pride:
I take pride in my writing. This leaves me to believe, that I have spent countless hours, and days of my life dedicated to writing. Writing stories that left people crying, happy, depending on the story, it had their emotions matched. I loved to write, Ever since I was a child. I remember growing up. My father had died, and my mom had an emotion break down, causing her to Overdose, leaving her mentally disabled, and unable to take care of me. Throughout my life, I lived in foster care. Putting my emotions down on paper. Never computerized, as I am partially blind, and cannot use the computer. I spent most of my time, placing my Pride onto paper for the world to see. Years, and a life spent writing. My time, and effort was placed into my writing. I take pride in my writing. I now sit here, in an empty house, reminiscing on the past. They have taken over, No one able to read my papers, my stories, my Life, and Pride written down on paper. My last thoughts are on this as I too will become one. Fingers missing, blood squirting. I too, will become just another character in my book.


Eleven Weeks:

Laying there, Half asleep I could hear them smashing onto the cars, moaning towards one another. Seeing if there was any food left. I'd almost given up hope the night before. Trapped in a corner, Like a dog and a dog catcher. hundreds of them, Gathering more and more, scooting closer and closer. The squeal of my dog, and the crack of his bones caused me to loose it. Instincts set forth, as I plowed my way threw them all I saw the half of him still squirming. The other half in his mouth. I felt like stopping, sitting there, and waiting for them to do what they did with the rest of the world. This is all I could think of, every time I closed my eyes, I pictured him. Picture that sound. That's when I heard it. The buzzing above me, as it flew above me, the house started to shake. I knew now I was not the only one alive. I could not help but to smile until I heard what followed. The house kept shaking, but this feeling was not the same. The sky light up a fiery red, as the molten lava sprung forth upon the ground distroying everything in its place. Another one flew over me, I have survived for eleven weeks. Lasted when everyone else failed. I won, All it took was time. Time enough for them to start dying of hunger, without flesh they were nothing. I survived all this, and now I will die to my own people.



Bitten:
My eyes, throbbing, My nose, Running, My head pounding, My mouth Swollen. I'd just barely escape that if it wasn't for him. For what cause was that for. He may have saved my life now, But I lay here, going in and out of consciousness. Wishing for the life that he had spared me for another few hours. I ran, ran from the crowd. Hearing his screams as they tore into his flesh. Ripped his limbs from his body, He could still feel it. How could he not, He was conscious the hole time. I ran, But not to the safe house. I knew it was not going to be long until I turn into what he already is. I threw the supplies in front of the gathering spot. The spot we come in case all else fails, and it did. They will find what they need, as I am now going to be one of them. So, I sit here. Sweating, the tears running down my eyes, Not out of pain, or sorrow. But out of blood that is slowly departing from my body. Finding any way to escape, So it passes through my head. My ears are full, but not for hearing, my eyes are empty and sagging. I lay here, hoping for this to end soon. It won't it never does.


All stories and more can be found here: http://loneportal.co...ums/writing.22/

I would love to hear what y'all think of these short stories.

[arayner]

I really enjoyed them. Pill Hill press have submissions open for their Daily Frights 2013 Anthology, you should send these over. Here's the link My link

Good luck