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Content (in order):

Alana
Alex
Angela
Brandon
Camille
Daniel
Diane
Elliot
Emily
Mr. Fulks
Hannah
Ivan
Kayla
Kevin
Mathew (or derivatives)
Michael (Me)
Seth
Steven
William
Author's Note

An Excerpt From A Chemist's Diary

I don't know what to make of these strange occurrences, and I fear that if I explain them to anyone else, I'll be branded a lunatic by society. So I write my observations this diary, both to keep my sanity and in hopes that if the unspeakable were to happen to me, someone in the future may be able to explain these events. Or, if not explain, then avoid entirely.

What I am about to write in these pages are true events, written to the best of my memory. At times, it may seem more like an outlandish horror story, but I swear, on my mother's grave, that these incidents are not fictitious. I realize that the bulk of the text may be overwhelming to some, so if you happen to come across this diary in the future, I offer one piece of advice to you.

If you ever find yourself alone, and you feel like you're being watched by something. Or, if you enter a room by yourself and are suddenly subject to inexplicable chills and feelings of panic, then it's there. Behind you. Hidden in plain sight. Staring you right in the back of the head. And if you ever find yourself in those situations, the only advice that I can offer is...

Do not look behind you.

UPDATE: Ask Box! Submit Some Names!

Woah, two updates on the same day? Amazing, huh? Hopefully, this makes up for the late update this week.

...Nah, it probably doesn't.

Well, if you hadn't noticed already, I've finally added an Ask Box to my blog. Here, you can send me general questions you want me to answer (humorous or not, it doesn't matter to me), story ideas, genre fusion challenges, whatever. And the best part? You can do it while completely anonymous, so don't hold back on anything! I just ask that if you send a question, keep it to at most a PG-13 level. I don't want to have to put in an Adult Content filter on my blog and answering adult-oriented questions would be pretty awkward.

So why am I dedicating an entire post to an Ask Box that I added almost a week ago? Because I'll be using the Ask Box for the story I'll be publishing two weeks from now.

It started when someone sent a question my way a few days back, asking me to write about the strange and memorable people in my life. I thought it was an interesting prompt, but I had no idea how I could chain these people together to form a comprehensive story. Then, I realized that I don't have to, when a Tumblr post suggested that I write individual stories based on names that I receive in my Ask Box. I thought it was a great idea.

So, here it is. Send me a name, any name, in my Ask Box. It could be your name, it could be someone else's, it could be one that's completely made up, and as long as I've had at least one memorable person in my life with that name, I'll write a story on my experiences with that person. Then, when two weeks pass, I'll publish all of the stories in one blog post, organized by name. Just keep in mind, I'll need a bit of time to actually write each story, so the deadline I'm putting on this project is Friday, April 19.



Just a recap:

 - Send me a name via my Ask Box (anonymously if you want).
 - If I know someone with that name, I'll write a story about them.
 - I'll publish all of the stories under one blog post on April 24.
 - Deadline to send names is Friday, April 19.

Looking forward to writing a mini autobiography!

Cycles

Part 1: Asleep

The scolding tone of the alarm, like an irate parent,

Commanding me to rise out of sleep, 

Signaling the start of another day. 

Awake, asleep, awake, asleep, 

Fluttering over two mental states as my eyelids flutter open and shut, 

Until finally, I'm awake, 

Reluctantly pulled from my solemn slumber.

Awake, but unwilling to pull myself away

From the sweet embrace of my bedsheets.

Awake, but uneager to rise and silence

The electronic screams by my side.

Awake,

But still asleep.

Zombies: The Western Musical

The three stood before the porch of the two-story saloon, the last building they hadn't yet searched in the small desert town. The three stood silent, attentively listening for any sound of the undead from within the faded brown, plank-thick wooden walls of the small, seemingly abandoned structure. The decaying wooden pillars that held up the awning in front of the cracked, wooden double doors and the shattered windows and broken glass strewn about everywhere on the sandy desert floor were all battle scars of both the house's age and the zombie apocalypse all those years ago.

Two minutes crawled by, as the trio stood in the hot Californian sun, the desert wind blowing specks of dust and sand in their faces, all with their weapons at the ready. No undead moans heard, but still, the three took caution. The dead could very well just be dead quiet.

Dmitri motioned to Pascal to follow him inside. The third one remained outside as a lookout.

The two slowly approaching the rightmost door, taking care to silence his footsteps. With the butt of his pistol, Dmitri nudged the door open, inch by careful inch, trying to avoid as much noise as possible.

A deafening creak, the burglar alarm created by rusted metal hinges of the generations-old door. And the moaning from within the saloon followed.

"They're awake." Pascal grinned.