AJ McMullen
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Maxwell's Diary
We ran for our lives that night. My brother and I, at the ages of thirteen and fifteen, had accumulated some powerful enemies. It seemed as if they had nothing on their agendas but murdering us. And it was all for a black book that we found. Davari and I, orphans in a world that humanity has no idea how it came to be.
By AJ McMullen3 years ago in Futurism
The Omen
It tempted us all. Fools, every single one of us. Idiotic, I began to think. Starving, tired, cold, I lie against a bare tree deep in the forest of a region I have never been. My target, watching me from a distance. Its head was turned to the side as its large black eyes locked on to me like a radar. Legend spoke of this beast to be prosperous, but no man had ever come as far as I had. But now that I watch it from this close, I questioned that philosophy as well. I had lost everything I ever held dear to me. Sleepless nights spent at bars drinking nearly everything they had, to spend my days sleeping on park benches. Wasting my life away. I had long missed the life I once had. I'd do anything to have it back—just once more. I had spent the majority of about eight years trying to drown out the memories. Tears fell from my eyes, then froze in the Aridan Tundra. My beard was latent with ice from the snow. It had been days since I spoke. My lips were sealed shut due to the moisture that escaped my mouth. My arms and legs were exhausted and mostly frostbitten. I could clearly see my body in front of me, but it felt like it belonged to someone else because I no longer had control. Oh, how I wish I could rewind the clock. Maybe that is the kind of thought that brought me here in the first place. Everyone I had pushed away warned me of my desires. However, I did not listen to them. But I should have. All this time I tried to prove them wrong; I ended up being the one who paid the ultimate price.
By AJ McMullen3 years ago in Horror