Lols forget all my other art... LOOK AT THESE KITTIES.
|Zombie Apocalypse Story. I'm not a huge fan of these stories, but I had a vivid dream about it and it was interesting enough for me to write it.|
On the Fourth of July the night is calm, warm from the heat of the day and the fires of a thousand grills.
On the Fourth of July the night is dead, with a breath of a thousand corpses and the suffocating smoke of a burning country.
The air is heavy with the scent of grease and ketchup, heavy with anticipation for the oncoming show. Today everyone must smile, no one has a reason to frown, for it is your birthday, the greatest event in your entire existence, the day you celebrate freedom.
The air is heavy with the scent of gunpowder and blood, heavy with anticipation for the end of this war. Today everyone must be serious, but there is a reason to smile, for soon it will be your first birthday, an event that will change the course of history, a world where freedom is no longer just a dream.
The drums begin to roll, the bands begin to march, and you look up to the sky with pride as the city lights dim and the trumpets play.
The drums being to roll, the armies begin to march, and you look up to the sky with hope as your feet sink deep into the cold bitter mud and the bugle plays.
Rockets fly high into the sky, exploding with a pop into a splendor of colorful light that burns and fades to smoke. One after another I hear them roar like thunder to the beat of my heart... just like cannons.
My vision begins to blur, for tonight the sky is lit with colors I cannot understand, cannon fire that echoes in my mind, and a sting on my cheek from the bitter and cold rain.
Then the fireworks cease, the brass falls silent, and it begins to rain on this dark night. I feel myself falling because the world gave up to put a floor for me, but I cling onto to whatever I can grab my hands onto. Perhaps it's instinctive of me to want to survive despite the fact I don't care if I fall into darkness...
or perhaps it's you that's holding me today, on this day, for the very first time.
I realize now the darkness is just your coat. That the silence is just a muted background so that I can hear you whisper in my ear,
“I hear the cannons too...”
The fireworks show has come to an end, we missed the grand finale. But to you that's alright because there's always next year.
The cannons have ceased fire, we are now complete strangers. But to you that's alright because we are now equals.
And to me it's not alright that you've missed the show, it's not alright that we're total strangers. But...
On this Fourth of July, we are together for the first time in two hundred years, celebrating your birthday as if none of it ever happened.
And that's alright with me because I know it means everything to you... and you knew it meant everything to me.
So tonight let's have a burger and some fries, and maybe perhaps a milkshake for desert... if you finish your dinner first.
|Since we're getting closer and closer to the date, I had feels for this.|
There is rated M stuff... but I moved it to other places. I'll post links if you want to go read that stuff. |
My name is Sara, but please call me Sam (so used to it at this point and there's too many Sara's in the world)
I'm Colombian and American (though I consider myself American. Just not burger eating or gun totin. Though... burgers are good, my favorite American foods are sour dough, beef jerky, and some mean steak and mashed potatoes with gravy. And fried chicken on special occasions.)
Native language: Spanish and English
I'm part of the Hetalia fandom, so sorry if my gallery is just me spamming Hetalia. Can't help it. Lols one of thew few animes I randomly encountered on youtube. Been in love ever since. (cuz I'm such an anglophile/history nerd. England ftw).
I'm an artist/ cartoonist? I guess. lols. I like drawing in the Western style/ Disney sort of style. Not a fan of big eyes, but more just the way the nose is drawn, and the face.
I like anime style too but for different things.
I write a thing every now and then. I get my ideas on paper, but give it three weeks then I start hating and nitpicking my ideas. Rarely do I find something I can actually stick with and like for it's sincerity I suppose.
Some day I'll find that middle ground and be content. Till then watch me struggle.
Welcome to mah page~! Enjoy ur stay.