the-chosen-pessimist

I don't remember much about my dad he died when I was pretty young. Ma says he died over seas and a lot of people are alive because of him but she still misses him, I wish I remembered him enough to miss him as much as she does. I was going through some old photos with Ma today, I found a box in the back that we didn't open yet. There was an old picture of mom, dad, our dog and me. We were all in our back yard my dad had me in his arms and in his uniform...we looked so much a like even then. Well at least that's what mom said. I guess that box I found the other day was all the pictures and some other things that mom kept of dad's before he

I take a deep breath in as my eyes start to open. I cough up sea water as I start to try and pick myself up. It's dark and I'm not quite sure where I am but I can hear the sound of waves  crashing against the shore. The last thing I remember I was walking the streets back to my home in Venice when I was attacked, an flurry of fists and feet, a sharp pain in my back, my vision fading, the sound of a something being tossed into the canals, and then nothing and now here I am in some foreign land. As I finally stand to my feet I feel a slightly familiar pain in my lower back, reaching my hand back I find the source of the pain. A knife, a knife p

I've been driving since god knows when. My eyelids feel so heavy it keeps getting harder to keep them open. I'm on my seventh or so cup of coffee and my third pack of cigarettes. I think it was eight or nine days ago the reports started coming in, people going crazy eating each other starting riots out west and spreading east. By the time it was a few states away I already had the car packed and started heading for Kathy's parents up in Maine. She's already there took the days off work for her father's birthday. Probably the best place for her to be in a situation like this, her dad a former marine, her mother a nurse. "Daddy are we almost at

I sat in the full courtroom cameras and news crews waiting just as I am now to find out if I'll be found innocent or guilty. Despite the fact that a good portion of the evidence was stacked against me and most people who followed my case had their minds made up practically everyone I've ever met would tell you that I'm was an otherwise caring and respectable member of society. They say I murdered seven people and even though my alibis for the time off all the killings are solid and I have the best lawyer I could afford I still fear that I might be sent to prison for the rest of my life. But all I can do now is sit here in my orange jumpsuit i

"What do you think happens when you die." The tall skinny private asked as he dealed the cards out to his fellow soldiers who all sat around the table in the medical tent far from the trenches where some of the people they had trained with were fighting in the front lines. "Jesus man again with this bullshit." The medic asked having grown tired of the question. He'd heard it from all the poor kids who'd been brought in to him a few minutes too late sometimes after he'd done all he could, sometimes he over heard it as a few other medics were carrying him away on a stretcher. It didn't matter his answer would always be the same 'I don't know bu

"Oh fuck me." Sean said under his breath as his eyes widened and his mind began to race. With his hands shaking he lit a cigarette to calm his nerves and slumped against the wall opposite the window. Once his body couldn't sink any lower against the wall he buried his face in his knees his mind still reeling on what to do. Suddenly he heard some yelling down stairs, it was the familiar sound of Johnson and Mike arguing. He knew then that he might have a chance of making it easier to lessen their numbers and make an escape. Sean stood tossing his cigarette out the window and called Johnson. The robot came as quickly as it's disfunctioning body

A man sits at the edge of his bed in the cheep motel room that he rented for the night. His eyes dart back and forth between the clock and the door knowing that every second he waits is another that gives them the chance to find him. The keys to his car are in one hand and his gun in the other, it's cocked and loaded but he prays that he won't have to use it. Bags full of what ever he had the chance to get together at his home were scattered around the room. Looking around he wondered how it all came to this. The answer to that question lied years ago in the days when he was a young pickpocket in New Jersey. It was a cold day in winter Christ

"We were going to ask you about her actually, she a friend of your's or something?" Cassy asked Sean "Well I wouldn't say that she let me live so I guess were not exactly on fighting terms." he replied with a nervous laugh. "But any way you may want to get comfy this is may take a while." He told them both as he sat in the nearest empty chair and told them the story of how he'd been captured at Savage Falls and was tortured by Elba then how he narrowly managed to make his escape partially thanks to Elba. Once he finished the first part of his story Cassy quickly stood up and angrily exclaimed "Your telling me she's a filthy slaver and you too

"So what are we going to do with her until she comes to?" Jahnoy asked opening the door to the last available room. "Well I guess all we can do is keep an eye on her until she get's better and then figure out what the hell happened to her." He replied as they laid her down on the bed. "Most importantly we can't let anyone find out she's a slaver they'll just end up killing her. You keep an eye on her I'm going to see what the others are up to." As he stepped out of the room and began walking the halls, after a short while Josiah found him "So who was that woman you and Jahnoy were taking upstairs, if you don't mind me asking?" Josiah asked as