How pathetic.
Who, me?
Yes, you. Who else would I be talking to?
I-I don’t know…
Exactly. You don’t know. How could you know?
How could I know? You have a point. I can’t even tell my waking moments from my dreaming.
Hmm. You can’t tell?
No.
Pathetic.
Why must you say such hurtful things?
Tell me, what do you see?
What does that have to do with –
Silence. Tell me what you see.
Okay. I am in my bedroom. I am lying on my bed. I must be awake, since everything is where I remember it being.
Do you notice anything else?
I think my phone is ringing.
Answer it, then. Go on, don’t be rude.
It’
I used to play the piano. I started when I was a young boy and played all the way up through most of my educational career, but one day when I was about 17 years old, my parents got into a terrible car accident. They were hit by a drunk driver one night. Of course, the drunk driver walked away from the whole thing with only a broken arm and nose, but my parents were not so lucky. My father died on impact and my mother, who was rushed to the Intensive Care Unit, passed away a day later. After their funeral, I went back to my house to the only comfort I had left in this world, the sound of my piano. I went to play, but when I hit the key
The Song of the Heart (First Draft) by JamesSetele, literature
Literature
The Song of the Heart (First Draft)
I used to play the piano. I started when I was a young boy and played all the way up through most of my educational career, but one day when I was about 17 years old, my parents got into a terrible car accident. They were hit by a drunk driver one night. Of course, the drunk driver walked away from the whole thing with only a broken arm and nose, but my parents were not so lucky. My father died on impact and my mother, who was rushed to the Intensive Care Unit, passed away a day later. After their funeral, I went back to my house to the only comfort I had left in this world, the sound of my piano. I went to play, but when I hit the key
'Til Death (First Draft) by JamesSetele, literature
Literature
'Til Death (First Draft)
One cold, snowy, winter night, a man sits alone in the dark thinking about the love of his life, who, had passed away the year before. He sullenly looks out the window wishing it was he to have departed rather than her. Amidst the snow, though, a figure catches his eye.
“Was…was that…?” Christian says to himself.
The figure turns towards the window, and Christian finally sees who it is.
“J-Jacqueline?”
The figure disappears into the snowy background. Christian, then, throws on his jacket and exits his house. He had to check. He had to make sure. He wanders through the cold and dark to the cemetery whe
When there is civilization, there are epidemics. The year is XXXX and a brand new epidemic has broken out. A new pathogen, dubbed Blutungen Tod, or simply BT for short. Discovered by a German pathologist, the term translates into “Bleeding Death” and it circulates through the body and destroys the blood cells, leaving the body to die out from Oxygen deprivation. Nobody is certain where Blutungen Tod originated, they just know that appeared one of the blue one night and very rapidly evolved into an epidemic. It seemed Earth’s population was going to die out completely, but the world’s governments came together and
Happy Together (First Draft) by JamesSetele, literature
Literature
Happy Together (First Draft)
He stalks the woman with lustful eyes by the moonlight, no one sure of his intentions. The woman stops because she dropped her keys, and he pounces. He places a chloroformed rag over her mouth and she collapses. He drags her away to his house. When he is there, he walks her through the door,
“We’re here, honey,” he says to her unconscious body.
He takes her around, showing her around to her “new house”. He arrives to the living room,
“This is where the little ones can play and watch TV, after they have finished their chores and school work that is.”
He, then, take her over the bathroom,
“Th
How pathetic.
Who, me?
Yes, you. Who else would I be talking to?
I-I don’t know…
Exactly. You don’t know. How could you know?
How could I know? You have a point. I can’t even tell my waking moments from my dreaming.
Hmm. You can’t tell?
No.
Pathetic.
Why must you say such hurtful things?
Tell me, what do you see?
What does that have to do with –
Silence. Tell me what you see.
Okay. I am in my bedroom. I am lying on my bed. I must be awake, since everything is where I remember it being.
Do you notice anything else?
I think my phone is ringing.
Answer it, then. Go on, don’t be rude.
It’
I used to play the piano. I started when I was a young boy and played all the way up through most of my educational career, but one day when I was about 17 years old, my parents got into a terrible car accident. They were hit by a drunk driver one night. Of course, the drunk driver walked away from the whole thing with only a broken arm and nose, but my parents were not so lucky. My father died on impact and my mother, who was rushed to the Intensive Care Unit, passed away a day later. After their funeral, I went back to my house to the only comfort I had left in this world, the sound of my piano. I went to play, but when I hit the key
The Song of the Heart (First Draft) by JamesSetele, literature
Literature
The Song of the Heart (First Draft)
I used to play the piano. I started when I was a young boy and played all the way up through most of my educational career, but one day when I was about 17 years old, my parents got into a terrible car accident. They were hit by a drunk driver one night. Of course, the drunk driver walked away from the whole thing with only a broken arm and nose, but my parents were not so lucky. My father died on impact and my mother, who was rushed to the Intensive Care Unit, passed away a day later. After their funeral, I went back to my house to the only comfort I had left in this world, the sound of my piano. I went to play, but when I hit the key
'Til Death (First Draft) by JamesSetele, literature
Literature
'Til Death (First Draft)
One cold, snowy, winter night, a man sits alone in the dark thinking about the love of his life, who, had passed away the year before. He sullenly looks out the window wishing it was he to have departed rather than her. Amidst the snow, though, a figure catches his eye.
“Was…was that…?” Christian says to himself.
The figure turns towards the window, and Christian finally sees who it is.
“J-Jacqueline?”
The figure disappears into the snowy background. Christian, then, throws on his jacket and exits his house. He had to check. He had to make sure. He wanders through the cold and dark to the cemetery whe
When there is civilization, there are epidemics. The year is XXXX and a brand new epidemic has broken out. A new pathogen, dubbed Blutungen Tod, or simply BT for short. Discovered by a German pathologist, the term translates into “Bleeding Death” and it circulates through the body and destroys the blood cells, leaving the body to die out from Oxygen deprivation. Nobody is certain where Blutungen Tod originated, they just know that appeared one of the blue one night and very rapidly evolved into an epidemic. It seemed Earth’s population was going to die out completely, but the world’s governments came together and
Happy Together (First Draft) by JamesSetele, literature
Literature
Happy Together (First Draft)
He stalks the woman with lustful eyes by the moonlight, no one sure of his intentions. The woman stops because she dropped her keys, and he pounces. He places a chloroformed rag over her mouth and she collapses. He drags her away to his house. When he is there, he walks her through the door,
“We’re here, honey,” he says to her unconscious body.
He takes her around, showing her around to her “new house”. He arrives to the living room,
“This is where the little ones can play and watch TV, after they have finished their chores and school work that is.”
He, then, take her over the bathroom,
“Th