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We were lucky. These were the slow kind. Of zombies, that is. They shuffled their feet as they trudged over the baseball diamond; some of them were missing their lower jaws, so their tongues swayed as they moved. I found it better if they missed appendages rather than walking around without any skin.
I was with my best friend, Tegan, who was reclining on the bleachers. There was no wind; her blonde hair fell in a sheet. She blew a big, pink bubble with her gum and then popped it. The snapping sound was harsh. "You ready to do this?" She asked me, reaching up and touching the brim of her baseball cap as she stared out at the approaching horde through a chainlink fence.
I hefted my trusty baseball bat, Big Sal, onto my shoulder. "Let's do this. Shake and bake, baby."
"Yeah. Shake and bake."
I waited for Tegan as she climbed down from her seat, and she lead the way through the unlocked gate by the home team's dugout.
"Bbbbrraaaiiiinnnnssss."
"No today, colonel."
The first hit is the best. The first time you hear that crack of metal and rotted flesh, you're hook. And the best part is that every time felt like the first time.
It was scorchingly hot, even for July's spicy standards set in the state of Oklahoma. If not for the bloodbath below on the field (although I wouldn't call it a bloodbath so much as a big walking version of Whack-a-mole, but with dead (sort of) people), it would've been a beautiful sight to see.
The diamond had been on the "wrong side of the tracks"--or what used to be. The town that once sprawled about where they were swinging wasn't much of one anymore. It was more of a village now, a hamlet, even. But the point is that this field hadn't been tended to in quite a while--there were wildflowers stained red in the outfield.
I was with my best friend, Tegan, who was reclining on the bleachers. There was no wind; her blonde hair fell in a sheet. She blew a big, pink bubble with her gum and then popped it. The snapping sound was harsh. "You ready to do this?" She asked me, reaching up and touching the brim of her baseball cap as she stared out at the approaching horde through a chainlink fence.
I hefted my trusty baseball bat, Big Sal, onto my shoulder. "Let's do this. Shake and bake, baby."
"Yeah. Shake and bake."
I waited for Tegan as she climbed down from her seat, and she lead the way through the unlocked gate by the home team's dugout.
"Bbbbrraaaiiiinnnnssss."
"No today, colonel."
The first hit is the best. The first time you hear that crack of metal and rotted flesh, you're hook. And the best part is that every time felt like the first time.
It was scorchingly hot, even for July's spicy standards set in the state of Oklahoma. If not for the bloodbath below on the field (although I wouldn't call it a bloodbath so much as a big walking version of Whack-a-mole, but with dead (sort of) people), it would've been a beautiful sight to see.
The diamond had been on the "wrong side of the tracks"--or what used to be. The town that once sprawled about where they were swinging wasn't much of one anymore. It was more of a village now, a hamlet, even. But the point is that this field hadn't been tended to in quite a while--there were wildflowers stained red in the outfield.
Literature
She Wants the V
And her V is for Victory
Because she still hasn't won it for herself
So someone must tell him:
There will never be a Dicktory
Because you can't lose
If you're making the rules
~G.K.
June 14 2014
Literature
No Second Chance
Oh snap, the first words that were said.
I wanted to know everything about you,
And at the time you definitely wanted to get to know me more.
You saw the real me that was at work, happy and fun.
You enjoyed how we were always flirty when you came to see us.
I felt so fucking special that it hurt.
All I wanted to do was to hear your voice on the phone.
Everyone knew, everyone could tell how much I like you but you.
I was the most interesting person that you have met through your job.
Why didn't that last?
Why couldn't I have believed you?
You said I was cute as,
You wanted to take me on a date,
You wanted to just hang out,
You
Literature
Hollow
Here amidst the bones bleached white,
the echoes become trapped in ribcages
like a heartbeat.
But it’s just a sound.
No blood pumps through the
marrow thick like
baby’s breath-
flowers for someone who is sick or dying or
dead.
No light shines
under the skin and muscle.
How dark it must be for the
delicate, fleshy bits underneath.
The lungs don’t know when it’s time to
go. No moon to guide them.
How do they know when to
stop?
Does the heart even know the color
of blood?
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Written 1/14/11 in fiction writing class.
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