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Jun. 13th, 2008
What the Hell?
Jun. 13th, 2008 11:20 amSeriously. What the fuck?! I was listening to my ipod and putting in the ant traps when the drunk guy I saw earlier attacked me. Right in my own fucking backyard! What the hell? I was looking at the ground and noticed that someone or something was casting a shadow. I looked up right before he lunged at me. Fortunately, he got himself tangled up in the chicken wire fence around my vegetable garden. (Damn…It was a pain in the ass, but now I’m so happy I put that thing in). Then, the guy grabbed a hold of my pant’s leg and tried to pull me down. I kicked him in the face and ran away. I damn near tripped over the chicken wire myself in the process.
I started heading towards the house, but then the creep was following me, albeit slowly. Instead, I ran into the garage and grabbed a shovel. He lunged at me a second time and I brained him with it. It made a sickening crack as it connected with his skull. He’s now lying half conscious next to the garbage cans in my garage. He’s making these strange blubbering sounds and, man, does he smell bad.
I also grabbed the big gardening shears I use to prune the hedges and ran back into the house just as the guy was attempting to struggle to his feet again. He doesn’t give up, does he? I slammed the door behind me and locked it. My hands were shaking so bad that I kept fumbling with the keys.
I picked up the living room phone and dialed 911. I can’t get through to them. At first, I got a fast busy signal. Now, I’m getting a message that says, “All circuits are busy.” I’m not having any luck with the non-emergency police or fire department numbers either. I tried calling![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
doomsey at work, but I haven’t been able to get a hold of him either. The hell? What should I do?
Disclaimer: This is Blog Like It's The End of the World Day. Do not freak out. It's only a story! Also, feel free to jump in and play along. Just don't make the mistake I did and not write a disclaimer...
I started heading towards the house, but then the creep was following me, albeit slowly. Instead, I ran into the garage and grabbed a shovel. He lunged at me a second time and I brained him with it. It made a sickening crack as it connected with his skull. He’s now lying half conscious next to the garbage cans in my garage. He’s making these strange blubbering sounds and, man, does he smell bad.
I also grabbed the big gardening shears I use to prune the hedges and ran back into the house just as the guy was attempting to struggle to his feet again. He doesn’t give up, does he? I slammed the door behind me and locked it. My hands were shaking so bad that I kept fumbling with the keys.
I picked up the living room phone and dialed 911. I can’t get through to them. At first, I got a fast busy signal. Now, I’m getting a message that says, “All circuits are busy.” I’m not having any luck with the non-emergency police or fire department numbers either. I tried calling
doomsey at work, but I haven’t been able to get a hold of him either. The hell? What should I do?Disclaimer: This is Blog Like It's The End of the World Day. Do not freak out. It's only a story! Also, feel free to jump in and play along. Just don't make the mistake I did and not write a disclaimer...
Guys! Don't panic. It's Blog Like Its the End of the World Day. Don't worry about me and enjoy the story. (I was up until almost two o'clock in the morning last night writing it!)
Please don't frantically call me up on the phone worrying about me! Please? It's not my intent to scare anyone, okay? :)
Please don't frantically call me up on the phone worrying about me! Please? It's not my intent to scare anyone, okay? :)
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Jun. 13th, 2008 11:52 amDisclaimer: This is Blog Like its the End of the World Day. All of what I'm posting is fictional. Do not freak out, people!
I was going around the house making sure all the windows were shut and locked when I heard a scream coming from outside. I looked out my front windows and saw woman in a tattered blue dress and pearls attack a random jogger on the street. I’m taking the shovel and a knife from one of the kitchen drawers. I'm going to try to help him.
I was going around the house making sure all the windows were shut and locked when I heard a scream coming from outside. I looked out my front windows and saw woman in a tattered blue dress and pearls attack a random jogger on the street. I’m taking the shovel and a knife from one of the kitchen drawers. I'm going to try to help him.
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I’ve been on the laptop trying to figure out what’s happening. Holy shit! It’s world-wide…not just Chicago. For one, it looks like there's something going on in Minneapolis / St. Paul. I'm also reading reports from Boston, MA, Durham, NC, and even as far away as Syndey, Australia.
Oh God Oh God Oh God. This is the end, isn't it?
I’ve been on the laptop trying to figure out what’s happening. Holy shit! It’s world-wide…not just Chicago. For one, it looks like there's something going on in Minneapolis / St. Paul. I'm also reading reports from Boston, MA, Durham, NC, and even as far away as Syndey, Australia.
Oh God Oh God Oh God. This is the end, isn't it?
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Figures. The crazies are starting to come out of the wood-work in 3...2...1.
Figures. The crazies are starting to come out of the wood-work in 3...2...1.
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The gnawing. Will it never stop?!
Oh god oh god oh god. Please let me get out of this one alive. Please?
And I don't feel fine
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The gnawing. Will it never stop?!
Oh god oh god oh god. Please let me get out of this one alive. Please?
And I don't feel fine
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Good news! We're being rescued!
Good news! We're being rescued!
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Meta: It's been a *long* time since I've written a story. It feels great! I should really do more of this.
For those people on my friend's list, thanks for putting up with me. :)
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Meta: It's been a *long* time since I've written a story. It feels great! I should really do more of this.
For those people on my friend's list, thanks for putting up with me. :)
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The camp in Roselle is gone! *sob*
My sister...
Ugh...I need a few minutes here...
The camp in Roselle is gone! *sob*
My sister...
Ugh...I need a few minutes here...
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More Meta: Okay...that's a wrap. I'm shutting it down early tonight becausedoomsey and I are going to a party tonight. Par-tay! Whoo hoo!
Huh? What? Where was I?
I apologize to those people who I freaked out in my first couple of posts. I was trying to accomplish something that I've seen in some works of Magic Realism, which is essentially taking something outlandish and describing it as if it were real. *cough* Isabel Allende...Gabriel García Márquez...Alejo Carpentier (to some extent). *cough* I started out with mundane things I write about every day (my garden, going shopping, my ipod), things that are familiar to me to make it sound more authentic, and gradually moving it into the absurd. I didn't quite realize that writing about me getting attacked by a bum would freak people out so much, and I probably should have. I thought that, by that point, I was making it so fanciful, so out there, that nobody would take it seriously. I also always imagined that that's how a zombie attack would begin. A couple of isolated incidents here and there...some random attacks...nobody knowing exactly what was going on...and then boom! Crisis! In the process, I pulled an Orson Wells on some people. From now on, I have to be better about using disclaimers...especially, as one friend put it, in light of the spate of bad luck I've been having with my health.
Also, I used to do a lot of story writing in high school and college, and in the past five years, I've moved away from that. I've been lamenting this for quiet awhile now, especially because many of the people who read my stories really enjoyed them.
One of the things I've considered is using LJ to start telling stories, and this was somewhat of an experiment. I've discovered that it really is an ideal medium for it because you can link to music, videos, news stories, and other blogs. You can also make sock-puppets to introduce new characters. There's a lot more room for creativity than just writing a story using a word processor.
I've recently started an account, which I'm probably going to end up changing the name of as I continue to develop my character and my plot. I also have several pages of notes put together for the story I want to tell. (I've had a lot of ideas over the past year or two, but I'm lazy and stupid and I didn't write them down. And lately, I've been cooking up of a a lot of shit while I'm out on my walks. And this is probably where the idea for this latest story came from...while I was out on a walk. I also blame the Neil Gaiman book I've been reading while dong my gardening too). It's all a matter of motivating myself to sit down and do it. See...there...I've said it. Maybe people will light a fire under my butt and encourage me to write the damn thing already.
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More Meta: Okay...that's a wrap. I'm shutting it down early tonight because
doomsey and I are going to a party tonight. Par-tay! Whoo hoo! Huh? What? Where was I?
I apologize to those people who I freaked out in my first couple of posts. I was trying to accomplish something that I've seen in some works of Magic Realism, which is essentially taking something outlandish and describing it as if it were real. *cough* Isabel Allende...Gabriel García Márquez...Alejo Carpentier (to some extent). *cough* I started out with mundane things I write about every day (my garden, going shopping, my ipod), things that are familiar to me to make it sound more authentic, and gradually moving it into the absurd. I didn't quite realize that writing about me getting attacked by a bum would freak people out so much, and I probably should have. I thought that, by that point, I was making it so fanciful, so out there, that nobody would take it seriously. I also always imagined that that's how a zombie attack would begin. A couple of isolated incidents here and there...some random attacks...nobody knowing exactly what was going on...and then boom! Crisis! In the process, I pulled an Orson Wells on some people. From now on, I have to be better about using disclaimers...especially, as one friend put it, in light of the spate of bad luck I've been having with my health.
Also, I used to do a lot of story writing in high school and college, and in the past five years, I've moved away from that. I've been lamenting this for quiet awhile now, especially because many of the people who read my stories really enjoyed them.
One of the things I've considered is using LJ to start telling stories, and this was somewhat of an experiment. I've discovered that it really is an ideal medium for it because you can link to music, videos, news stories, and other blogs. You can also make sock-puppets to introduce new characters. There's a lot more room for creativity than just writing a story using a word processor.
I've recently started an account, which I'm probably going to end up changing the name of as I continue to develop my character and my plot. I also have several pages of notes put together for the story I want to tell. (I've had a lot of ideas over the past year or two, but I'm lazy and stupid and I didn't write them down. And lately, I've been cooking up of a a lot of shit while I'm out on my walks. And this is probably where the idea for this latest story came from...while I was out on a walk. I also blame the Neil Gaiman book I've been reading while dong my gardening too). It's all a matter of motivating myself to sit down and do it. See...there...I've said it. Maybe people will light a fire under my butt and encourage me to write the damn thing already.