This is Antarctica
|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.|
In the After Life Pt 2.Before you read, from the Beginning Part 1 >>> In the After Life Pt. 1In the After Life Pt 2. by EvilSamDroid9001
It was the early morning. The forest was covered in a thick treacherous mist. Arthur was certain he heard the tell tale grunts of the undead that were too close for comfort. It was a violent awakening that put a toll on his body, causing adrenaline to course through his blood, and that would cost him the energy he needed to stay awake for the rest of the day. He got up to his knees, pulled the bow out with an arrow ready in his hands, and waited in silence. Arthur wasn't exactly sure how these things kept finding them, but it seemed these things were usually blind. He could only assume they relied only on their other primitive senses, sound and scent, to find their prey.
Minutes passed, crickets chirped, the sun rose in the east in a golden glow, lifting the fog. Arthur
Just FYI there will be soft porn, gore, and gay art in my gallery, for those of you not into that sort of thing. Viewer discretion is advised. |
Call me Sam. I like that name.
I'm Hispanic (Colombian) and American. But I like to think of myself as just a human being.
Fleunt in: English, then Spanish. Semi fluent in French.
I have a tendency to toss around ideas. Perhaps I'll be lucky to finish one... some day. Over the rainbow.
I'm an artist of the cartoony kind. I like to draw characters a lot, but I also practice landscapes and some weird art here and there. I would say my style is an attempt to mesh some aspects of anime with aspects of certain western classic cartoon styles like that of Walt Disney.
I like to focus a lot on how to draw characters differently and make them stand out from one another, making then unique and possibly have their own style.
I am a participating fan of: Hetalia, KH, and Disney. I may occasionally draw some anime characters.
I like to do art crossovers a lot. I like to do fanfic crossovers but those take me a bit of time.
As a writer... I'd say writing is my hobby. I'm not that good a it but I'll occasionally spit out a scene. Poetry lols... if you can call it that.
If you like my stories I guess that's a plus for me and a plus for you.
I also occasionally like to compose a tune or two and sing. The latter I'm terrible at, but I feel it to be rather therapeutic and relieving. Music is kinda like a gate way into the soul and it certainly helps me deal with my feelings in a rather enlightening way.
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