I hate dancing. I know for a fact I am a horrible dancer. It’s the main reason why I stayed off the dance floor at the clubs. I am sure there are plenty of other people who don’t dance for different reasons. Maybe some of them are shy. Maybe some people can’t dance. Others may have the same problem I have. Or they could have their own problem. A large problem…
I got pretty excited when news broke about a possible ‘zombie virus’. I’ve warned people for years about a zombie outbreak and how the world will be destroyed by these creatures. Some non-believers scoff at the idea and try to shrug it off with a silly explanation that “we are the zombies food source. When we’re all gone, they can’t survive.” If we’re all gone then we lost. The zombies have taken over the planet and the human race is no more. But that doesn’t mean they’ll die. They are already dead. They can’t die just from not eating. But other people can die from not eating. That’s the group we need to worry about. They may not take over the world like zombies can. A few handful of people may die and that would the end of it. Sure, the end of the human race is inevitable. It’ll happen. But not from zombies. At least not at first. It won’t be from the mysterious, planet X. Even Obama won’t be the end, even though he’s trying really hard. Folks, there is another reason the world is going to end. It’s happening now. It’s anarchy and this current craze is catching on. All the cool kids are doing it. This is the beginning. It all starts somewhere.
Very long ago, I mentioned how I think too much. How I think into things. Call it a gift or call it a curse. You can call it whatever you want. I don’t care. I do go overboard when I think about certain happenings. I will stretch it and look for anything to make some sense out of what I am dealing with. At the moment, I am dealing with a lot. It is giving me a constant headache and ulcers. I don’t want to be right but after what happened, things are beginning to add up. We never suspected a thing but now, we do. Now, we know what is going on. I am going to get the word out.
What am I about to tell you is mind-blowing. I for one shouldn’t be talking about it. Who knows who is listening. I better put my foil hat on. I don’t want ‘them’ listening. They might punish me. They don’t want you to know their plan of impregnating all the woman of the world. Yeah, it’ll happen. They’re here and they’ve been here longer than you think. You lost? Let me explain.
I haven’t posted any of my writing lately. This story I am about to share is titled, “broken”. It is a story about a mother, her husband, and her daughter. Lauren fears her husband is cheating on her. Our story begins with the mother in the basement. She is busy humming along to showtunes while her daughter is woken up by the noises and the odd sounds filling the room.