Dear diary,
So I just found you buried in some old things of mine that I had forgotten all about. Thought I should update you. Today is sunny and warm. I live in a small village with about 30 people in it. We are all survivors of the zombie apocalypse. But maybe not for long. There are thousands of zombies pressing against our gates. We have no ammo and no way of escaping. We are also running low on food and water. We didn't plan our community very well. Well as my sister always said, 'Hindsight is always better than foresight'. Right you are, Sis. Anyways, I have no idea what I'm going to do. So instead of sobbing and moaning about our almost certain demise I'm writing this. It is unlikely I will survive this but if I do it will surely be an epic story. But I'm not optimistic. Maybe if there is ever an end to this madness and if there is any living left maybe they will find this journal and make me into a new Anne Frank. Oh I hear the dead pounding at the gates and just looking at the walls, I can tell they won't last much longer.
Sorry about that pause. Someone just found a small sewage tunnel that goes under the wall and away from the dead. Sadly, only a small child will be able to fit. There are only two children among us. A boy and a girl. I think I will give this diary to the little girl. So she has a friend and so she can continue our story. Mine will most likely end here but hopefully her's will go on. So this is goodbye.
The Races
Anticipation clog the air.
Burned rubber drifts on the cool breeze.
Engines growl their fury.
Racers pull up to the starting line.
Quarter mile will decide their fate.
Drivers challenge each other with the revving of their engines.
The yellow light flares, the second light flare,
Green light flares and off they go!
Roaring of the cars drown out the cheers of the crowd.
Eardrums splitting and mouth grinning.
They tear down the track leaving clouds of burned rubber.
So close the cars are.
Neck to neck.
One pulls ahead by a nose and wins this round.
The Truth of Adultery
She comes up behind me and settles her slim hand on my waist; the other hand gently swipes my hair to the side. Her lips brushes against my skin, creating goosebumps. A small gasp escapes my parted lips. She pulls me against her and I press back likewise. She carefully nips my neck. She turns me and presses me against the wall. I grunted in surprise. She presses her soft lips against mine. Deciding to play coy, I refuse to allow her in. Her impatience can be felt by how restless her hands are. Smiling, I take mercy and allow her in. She attacks my mouth in earnest. Her hand slowly bunches up my shirt as her other hand brushes against my rib cage eliciting a moan form me. I feel her smile against my neck where she is careful not to leave any marks. I flush in embarrassment as she peels my shirt off. With one hand she unclips my bra and slides the straps down my arms. My nipples peak from the change of temperature. She gazes down at me breasts in excitement. She looks into my eyes as she bends and takes my nipple in her mouth. My head bends backwards and moan. She sucks harder on it making me make animalistic noises. I reach up and grip a fistful of brunette hair. A groan slips past her lips. She slowly releases my nipple and looks at me seductively and pulls me by the hand into the bedroom. We fall into bed, short of breath but unwilling to leave each others lips. We start to make love, completely unaware that the front door has opened and closed. We are moaning in sync as the third stair squeaked. My body tenses almost at climax. On the brink of oblivion, the doorknob turns and opens right as I cum. My husband gapes at our entwined bodies and for a few minutes the house is blessedly silent. My lover is the first to move. She quickly rolls out of bed and quietly slips past my husband who is slowly turning red. A few minutes later, the door slams signaling her absence. Finally he moves. He slowly and silently closes the door. I open my mouth to say something but the glare he sends my way effectively silences me. I bow my head knowing I was in the wrong. I hear soft thuds as he treads towards me. He stops in front of me. Suddenly a stinging sensation flashes across my right cheek. I cry out but is once again silenced by his hand clutching my throat cutting off. I claw at his hands trying to breath. Just one breath, I pray. He pushes me into the mattress and with scary calmness, presses harder on my throat. Lungs burning, eyes tearing up. I run out of breath. my visions begins to darken on the edges. I zone in on his cold eyes. His terrible eyes. Finally, I accept the punishment and let my hands fall. I slowly fade into nothing but a dead adulteress.
Victory
As I walk into the stands for the first time ever I feel the vibration of hundreds of feet pounding on the bleachers. I follow what everyone else is doing, hoping I am doing it right. There is chaos in the stands, I don’t understand why until I look to the scoreboard. There’s another touchdown for the Bulldogs. Excitement energizes the air. Our team storms onto the field basking in their glory. Fans roar with ferocity slightly scaring me. We score point after point. My ears hurt from the screams of the fans that echo throughout the stadium. Halftime brings the smell of stadium nachos and pretzels. Victory is ours for the taking. We win 53 – 13! We conquer the opposing team. I run onto the field like everyone else, not knowing what was going on other than the fact that we win. The Bulldogs sends the Lions running home with their tails between their legs! I feel invincible for the rest of the night.
Tournament
Sweat drips from my chin as I study my opponent. She suddenly springs into action, aiming a knife hand strike at my ribs. I block and round kick her to the mat. She groans in pain. She gets up and I quickly crescent kick her head gear, nearly knocking her helmet off. The red flag goes up signaling that I win two points. Focus! One more point, I think. My first move is a left fist jab feint, then a crescent kick to the back of the head. The red flag shoots up again signaling I win another point. “Point! Match goes to Ms. Smith; she wins the School Tournament for this round!” shouts Master Scott. Bowing respectfully, I thank my opponent for the fight and say good match. I bow again to the Master as she puts a heavy medal over my head.
River of God
The canoe swayed as I watched the trout swim past us. My counselor sat behind me steering us through the calm river. Her voice sounded through the air as she sang a song that I didn’t recognize. Her voice mixed perfectly with the sounds around us. Water splashed up onto my bare legs, soothing the sunburn I had gotten. I asked her what the song was about. She told me that nature is constantly changing. We can’t stop it nor can we speed it up. We can try but I may or may not work. It’s all in God’s hands.
Melissa beach
Moonlight streams through the trees, illuminating the thin trail that snakes before me. The trees start to thin until there is only a pebbled beach and a peaceful lake in my view. The full moon casts its light on the lake, making it sparkle with hidden mysteries. The pebbles clack against each other as I walk to the water’s edge. Glancing around I spy a boulder with something carved into it. I walk over to it, and it says: Brock Loves Melissa. How sweet. This hidden cove of love is called Melissa Beach.