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So this is the end, huh? Hey, I knew it was coming. Hell, I accepted it before I knew it was here. I didn't think it was going to be exactly like this, but at least it's not boring.
Yesterday I was in one of those stupid little boutiques, the ones that somehow manage to sell the world's ugliest clothing for ridiculously high prices, with the glass fronts. Don't ask me how or why, it still makes my skin crawl. Anyway, we managed to get in before those... things could get us, got the door closed just in time. They moved right up to the glass like t


III. The EndRichardIII. The End
You don't know what you got 'til it's gone. That's what they say, isn't it? I guess they knew what they were talking about. Everything I've ever needed, I had. This week came, and it was all gone. My home, my children, my wife. Those... things got them. I was too late to stop it.
Do you know what it's like to watch the people you love be murdered? Torn to pieces. I never even got the chance to say 'I love you' one last time. Did they know?
This city has always been full of people, alive a


II. The EndDamienII. The End
I always knew this was gonna happen. I just didn't think it'd happen so soon. I've been prepared since I was, like, ten though.
My dad had this twenty-two, the only loaded gun in the whole batch. He always kept it next to his bed, "just in case". I don't think he meant this when he said that. Anyway, apparently it did him a load of good when it got right down to it. The zombies got in at night and got him and mom while they were sleeping. I managed to get in and get the gun before those things got me. Dad never taught me to


I. The EndBethanyI. The End
Ave Maria, can you hear it? Mommy says that's the song of the angels. Judgement Day is here, and everything is going to be okay now. I'm scared, though. I didn't know it was going to be like this.
I think the city's scarier like this, with all the people gone. Before, when mommy woke me up, I used to always hear the sound of a car alarm, or someone shouting bad words at someone else. Now it's really, really quiet. Except, sometimes, there's this groaning. That's how I know they're coming. The sinners, the evil


we could have been friends.Rip roaring rapture, Ride it on home Kingdom came and went And now we're all alonewe could have been friends.
He told me he would save me He called me and I came He told me I would live through this If I just loved His name
But as I humbly approached him, He had this strange and wounded grin His words were wrecked with sobbing When he asked: "Son, have you sinned?
Quiet! I know the answer! I know your soul is stained!" And then He started laughing-- His voice was horribly strained--
"Oh, go back and tell them, Go back and tell them all-- &nb

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"Great minds discuss ideas; Average minds discuss events; Small minds discuss people." -Eleanor Rooseevelt
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"One of the few good things about modern times: If you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us." - Kurt Vonnegut, "Cold Turkey"
-Jude
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Oui, nous avons une chambre, nous sommes un hôtel.
Aaaand are you on any messenger or anything?
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How does one make God laugh? Make plans.
But thank you for the watch!
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How does one make God laugh? Make plans.
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Ako ay nababagot...nababagot
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How does one make God laugh? Make plans.
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Every good painter paints what he is.
by Jackson Pollock
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