Laurel Maddie
Stories (2/0)
The Same as Me
We call them dummies. Scientifically they’re referred to as Genetically Modified Incubatory Clones. But, everyone just started to call them dummies at some point. It’s actually a cruel name when you think about it. The disease began to spread five years ago. No one is sure where it started. Researchers have been trying to find a source for a while, but there doesn’t seem to be one. A lot of people think it’s God punishing us. He’s cleaning the house. No one knows how you get it either. It’s random in it’s selection. People just begin getting sick. It starts out like a cold. You get a cough, some sniffles, a sore throat, nothing major. Most people don’t think much of it. They barely notice. Then you get the fever and you start throwing up and the pain begins. It’s horrible, keeled over, clenching your stomach pain and nothing helps. That’s when your organs start to fail. Once that happens, you have about four to six months. It’s not a long time, but it’s not a fast death. It’s torture. 3 billion have died so far.
By Laurel Maddie3 years ago in Fiction
Hostile Awakening
I desire death. I crave it. I lust after it. It is the forbidden fruit, teasing, and taunting me with its glimmering sheen. It glistens in the sunlight and beckons me to reach out. But every time I try, I fall short. Every time I try, it moves further from my grasp. Yet, I continue to chase after it as if I were Alice and it were the rabbit. And it laughs in my face maniacally as I struggle and exhaust myself. As I beg for its sweet release.
By Laurel Maddie3 years ago in Fiction