He said it would be quick. He said – compared to the disease slowly eating her alive – it would be painless. He didn’t say she would change. He didn’t say-oh, God, he didn’t say…
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Just when she thought everything was finally settling down, Shelly is once again thrown into the fray. Her friends are stuck on the other side of the Mississippi River, with no weapons, no food, and no chance of survival without her help. Throw in the complete collapse of civilization, extremely limited technology, and hordes of zombies that are becoming more and more sentient every day…
Hey, no one said it was going to be easy, but where there’s a will, there’s a way, and Shelly made sure to update hers just before she left.
Please note: this work contains language and themes that may not be appropriate for young readers.
I see it coming. Even moving at the speed of light, it’s slow enough for me to slip out of the way. The gas had collapsed on itself, then burst outward. Waves of stardust arching out into the void around it. Around me.
I’m tempted to trail my fingers through it as it passes by, let the particles stream between my fingers before they make their way across the universe. A millennium ago, I might’ve, but I know better now. I know to look ahead in time, and watch all the different paths my interference could set these particles on. The last thing I want to do is to cause the death of an entire solar system. Again.
Besides, I’ve waited too long for this. I spent half of eternity going from one end of the universe to the other, searching for a way to bring you back to me. It took me another three millennia before I thought to look into the patterns of the dust around me, and the atoms that made them up. The way they changed in time, but eventually I found it.
At the very edge of the universe – past what any electric eye on Earth could see – the dying star that would give birth to another – smaller – star, and the death of its child and so on and so on, until eventually it spews forth one final burst of energy before collapsing into itself.
That energy will travel through the cosmos until it collides with another star’s dying breath. The collision setting a chain of events that will give rise to your soul again. It will take a long time, this star is only on its second death and it still has at least three more to go, but it will happen.
In the meantime, I float here, untethered and unafraid, bathed in the light of a thousand galaxies as I wait for you.
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Hey, no one said it was going to be easy, but where there’s a will, there’s a way, and Shelly made sure to update hers just before she left.
Please note: this work contains language and themes that may not be appropriate for young readers.
Hey, no one said it was going to be easy, but where there’s a will, there’s a way, and Shelly made sure to update hers just before she left.
Please note: this work contains language and themes that may not be appropriate for young readers.
Hey, no one said it was going to be easy, but where there’s a will, there’s a way, and Shelly made sure to update hers just before she left.
Please note: this work contains language and themes that may not be appropriate for young readers.
Here, a selfie apology. (Ignore my hair. It’s a mess.)
Alright, so I know things have been quiet here, but it’s been a bit of a bumpy ride this past month/two months.
First, I had a tooth that decided to go abscess. For those of you who don’t know what that’s like – it sucks. And the pain makes it damn near impossible to sleep. I’m used to going without sleep, insomnia has been a lifelong friend, but combined with the pain…ugh. To make it even better, that was the week when a big paper for class was due. I ended up having to text my professor, letting her know that it was going to be late, and why. Fortunately, I had a very understanding teacher, and she gave me an extension, but I hated to do that.
Then: the company my roommates (and I, by extension) work for had an issue with the fire alarm/sprinkler system, so we were all on fire watch for almost two weeks. Basically, every hour, one of us had to do a round on the property to make sure nothing was on fire. Every. Hour. On top of working – and in my case – schooling.
Add in the end of the school year, both kids being home, finals week, the author interview from the other day, and various other issues that have popped up…it’s just been a nightmare. (Still trying to figure out what I’m going to do with my Mondays now that “Lucifer” is gone until next year…)
Not saying there hasn’t been good to go with the bad…I’m finally figuring out Instagram, I’ve rediscovered my love for VIXX (seriously, I’ve turned into a complete teenager over these boys. It’s a bit ridiculous), and I started work on the proper sequel to Say “No!” to Zombies.
Ladies and gentlemen, and everything in between or out, I would like to introduce you to Book 2 of “The Survivors Chronicles” (name may change): “Don’t Feed The Trolls.”
I even made you something…um…pretty? Ha. Enjoy. And scroll down for a very short preview. As always, when it comes to Shelly, there is a warning for language.
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The second dark prompt has a secret. Bring it into the light and see if it’s as bad as it seems. pic.twitter.com/iCzPdybXoK
— James Neal (@JamesNealWrites) May 15, 2018
He expected tears, and was braced for an attack.
Instead, she hugged him.
“They turned ten years ago.” She said, pulling away. “They had asked me to do it, if they ever showed signs of it, but I just couldn’t. Thanks to you, though, they’re free now.”
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Dark prompt here, hold onto your teddy bears and let’s see how you lighten things up. pic.twitter.com/ksH8nHSzU1
— James Neal (@JamesNealWrites) May 15, 2018
Jack shot it again, and the body exploded, showering the toys with the dust of a finallyohdeargodthankyou dead vampire. There was still cleanup to do, and the toys would have to be burned – he wasn’t taking any chances – but the nightmare was over.
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Here’s the first light prompt, I hope you’re hungry for a dark twist! pic.twitter.com/cRVxq5PwB1
— James Neal (@JamesNealWrites) May 15, 2018
All around the table, people were on the ground, crying silently, hoping to go unnoticed. The young man spread out on the table had no such luck, and his screams filled the air as Bree and Dan began to feed.
