<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610358266036876251</id><updated>2024-09-10T11:27:54.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writings of a Killjoy</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog with short stories and essays that I have written and will write.      &#xa;&#xa;&#xa;Any asking of me to &quot;check out my blog dude XD&quot; will result with me deleting your post and blocking you. I do not want any of that on my blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingsofakilljoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610358266036876251/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingsofakilljoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003454657509409853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610358266036876251.post-2959377688252402031</id><published>2010-10-27T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T06:22:51.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving the &quot;End of the World&quot; Made Easy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;They&quot; are everywhere. Ever since last week more an more of them  just started popping up. What they seem to be is some sort of &quot;creature&quot;  that has a taste for human flesh. So much so that even when presented  with other kinds of meat, they ignore it out right. Something about us  makes these things just drool at the idea of devouring people. They eat  and eat... and their numbers grow exponentially every day. It is like  they are coming out of thin air. It was just last week, on a Tuesday,  when everything was still normal, as in &quot;no monsters were eating your  neighbors&quot; normal.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was just working on some papers I had due later that week when I  decided to take a break and turn on the T.V. It was mostly normal,  commercials, crappy reality TV, sitcoms; you know, the regular crap they  put on. I was just flipping through the channels looking for something  to watch when I came across a news bulletin on a popular News station.  It seems like there was a &quot;Animal Attack&quot; of some kind a little girl got  severely injured along with 4 other people (who later we found out were  her family) completely torn apart. For some reason this story  interested me so I just left the channel on and went to check my email  while some food was in the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I came back to some great smelling food and more news of attacks.  They were pouring in from all over the country: one was a kid who was  playing at his park when he was then savagely killed and then eaten,  another was a group of teens who were found strewn out on the ground  with all of their appendages laying about, and another was about another  family who were found in their home being mostly bones. When all of  this news of animal attacks continued flowing in the news people on the  T.V. started getting real nervous. They went to a commercial and I went  to eat my food which was getting cold.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Finally after a couple of ads for beauty products, the news was back  on, and none of it was even slightly good. Thousands of more reports  were streaming in one after another with more gruesome stories to tell  the now scared populace. They eventually got a picture of what was  causing all of these deaths and it looked like something out of a horror  movie. Long legs, long arms, white skin, a long head, sunken eyes  (which were black as hell) and a mouth that was contorted in a grin-like  fashion with what seemed like thousands of pointy teeth. I suddenly  needed to run to the bath room because my food was now trying to make a  come back after the sight of that creature.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After cleaning myself up I headed back to the T.V. The Anchors were  reading off some kind of list of things that people should do like: lock  the doors and windows, stay inside, keep quiet, and grab some sort of  weapon in case one of these things gets inside. I thought that this time I  should actually follow what they say on the news and went to lock  everything down. I should mention that I live in an apartment building  and I&#39;m on the top(5th) floor. I also have a balcony were I would go out  and sit and relax for a bit before I went back inside to do whatever I  needed to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Once I made sure everything was locked down, I went and grabbed my  weapon of choice which was a revolver I had gotten from my parents as a  gift when I moved out (thoughtful of them right?). I loaded it up and  grabbed the extra bullets I had for it and also got my baseball bat just  in case. While the people on the T.V. were still re-reading the list of  things to do and not to do, I went to my balcony to see if anything was  happening in my neck of the woods.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Outside seemed normal enough... Birds still chirping, dogs still  barking, my annoying neighbors down stairs fighting. Yeah this was still  very normal. I had a sit down on my chair outside and had a smoke.  While there I started hearing a faint siren, like it was far away, start  to get louder and louder. With this siren, more and more noises that  seemed very, very out of the usual started happening. Shouts, screams,  gun fire, cars crashing, explosions, every god damn thing that could  happen, happened.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I sat there, on my little porch up in the sky amazed at what was  going on. It was like the end of the world. However, I still didn&#39;t see  anything. I could only hear it and maybe see smoke off in the distance. I  then saw a helicopter fly by towards the now rising smoke. I thought it  was probably the local news trying to get in on this story too. I  watched as it flew to the smoke and started hovering over a certain  area. It stayed this way for a bit and I was wondering what the hell it  was looking at when my door bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now I should also mention that I don&#39;t usually talk to any of my  neighbors, except to tell them to be quiet or something like that so  this was odd. I headed to the door and looked through and saw the land  lord outside looking very unnerved. I opened the door and was greeted  with the usual yelling I get from said land lord and then he told me to  stay inside tonight. He had been telling the rest of the residents to  stay indoors tonight if they hadn&#39;t already gotten the hint. I told him  sure, I was gonna any ways, and closed the door, locking and dead  bolting it after it was closed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That was last week. I haven’t heard from him or anyone else since  the day after that. Even the people down stairs who were always fighting  were seemingly gone. No one was in the building anymore, or if they  were, they were doing a damn good job of keeping quiet. Also since then I  actually saw some of these creatures that are causing this “end of the  world” situation just wondering around outside. They apparently never  thought to look up and I was just there, out in the open. Food was  running low though, but I still had my emergency supply completely  stocked with enough canned food to last me months. Water is still good  since the water still has not been turned off, but I have been filling  up empty bottles and every other container with it just to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I’m still here, still alive. Unlike so many other people, and I plan  on keep surviving till this whole thing is over, whenever that may be. I  have barricaded my door with everything heavy in my apartment so that  it will be hard even for me to get that door opened. If anyone is out  there, not dead, good luck. That is all I can do for you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Good luck.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingsofakilljoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2959377688252402031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingsofakilljoy.blogspot.com/2010/10/surviving-end-of-world-made-easy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610358266036876251/posts/default/2959377688252402031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610358266036876251/posts/default/2959377688252402031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingsofakilljoy.blogspot.com/2010/10/surviving-end-of-world-made-easy.html' title='Surviving the &quot;End of the World&quot; Made Easy.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003454657509409853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxaxn2GErzMIVaR8bY77K6RlXS6tkvhgCk9U208MnSOtgbjSti3wbLiorezLNwfi9vJWJPpO1RGz4kTfS2UukurRn4sA3_Kz4QZtOPbt6069M5EMJyo_xbVaAL3oK9wwqcD-f1n7IYlFg/s72-c/hr-giger-6.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610358266036876251.post-8250365642555584282</id><published>2010-09-26T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T16:49:10.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever just have one of those days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-_4sPSoMhlqb4PCIbPyc2ikKokQ2P9Oyd3IP_W_u8W4ERnRsGutcch6xaeohVhd3821xNDkUDrdKtrdNDaGVORyfNTNc0Xu5nsMIP1qoRCwZVam-8n9PInkLIZpP6T2M5iEkxVVqxLQ/s1600/1266882605760.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-_4sPSoMhlqb4PCIbPyc2ikKokQ2P9Oyd3IP_W_u8W4ERnRsGutcch6xaeohVhd3821xNDkUDrdKtrdNDaGVORyfNTNc0Xu5nsMIP1qoRCwZVam-8n9PInkLIZpP6T2M5iEkxVVqxLQ/s640/1266882605760.jpg&quot; width=&quot;276&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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...when you honestly believe that for some reasons or another, your  brain decided to have a vacation with out you knowing about it. Kinda  like those days when for some reason, it seems like you had lost your  smarts from the previous day and became somewhat of a dumb ass. The days  when you decide to eat everything within sight, and then go to the  grocery store, and get some more. The days when after weeks and weeks of  your friends trying to get you to do something that you would normally  never do, you decide &quot;Hey, what the hell. I&#39;ll try it!&quot; and something  horrible happens. The days that you&#39;ll remember for the rest of your  life, and kick yourself in the ass for.&lt;br /&gt;
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Those days are what make people, people. The reason being is that when  we make mistakes or do something out of the ordinary, we gain something  in return for whatever may have happened. That thing we get is  knowledge. Knowledge to know never, EVER do that thing again. It&#39;s like  when we were kids and the stove was on. Rather than tell us not to touch  it, our parents just stayed silent as we slowly reached for the  extremely hot metal/stove thing. Then we touch it, and it hurts like  hell. You ask your parents why did they let you do something like that,  and you know what they said? &quot;Now you know not to touch something that  is freaking hot.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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The mistakes we make in life help build us up. It shows which paths not  to take, and which ones are much better to travel. So even if you know  it is a bad idea, you should at least try it once just so that you know  that it was a really, REALLY stupid idea in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;
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-KLJ &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingsofakilljoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8250365642555584282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingsofakilljoy.blogspot.com/2010/09/ever-just-have-one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610358266036876251/posts/default/8250365642555584282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610358266036876251/posts/default/8250365642555584282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingsofakilljoy.blogspot.com/2010/09/ever-just-have-one-of-those-days.html' title='Ever just have one of those days...'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003454657509409853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-_4sPSoMhlqb4PCIbPyc2ikKokQ2P9Oyd3IP_W_u8W4ERnRsGutcch6xaeohVhd3821xNDkUDrdKtrdNDaGVORyfNTNc0Xu5nsMIP1qoRCwZVam-8n9PInkLIZpP6T2M5iEkxVVqxLQ/s72-c/1266882605760.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610358266036876251.post-3699707132265094856</id><published>2010-09-24T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T17:16:37.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Point of View</title><content type='html'>Here is a short little essay that I wrote for my other blog.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When I think about the world we live in right now, its kind of like  looking into a future in which you are living. We have so many great  things going for us, yet a lot of people just do not see it. When  presented with something that could extend our lifetimes possibly  indefinitely, they say that only pathetic pieces of shit would actually  do it rather than face death like the rest of them. These people who are  looking forward to such advances in technology are not doing so because  they are &quot;afraid of death&quot; but rather they want to experience more than  what their lifetimes could give them. They are the ones who want to see  the human race one day leave this small planet in the corner of  no-where, and go on to do great things. They are the ones who want to  witness history as it is happening, and be apart of it too.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sure, there are people who would do this just because they are afraid of  death and all that comes with that, but who isn&#39;t? If you are not  afraid to die then there is something seriously wrong with you. We as  humans do not know what comes after this life, and we may never know. We  have people who say they know what happens after death because it was  told by a book written thousands of years ago. The reason why they had  that all that time ago was that they still didn&#39;t know what happens  after death, and they were making the best guesses they could with what  they knew.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now with all of the technology we have today, the idea that there is  something &quot;after&quot; death is becoming more and more questioned. Now I&#39;m  not here saying that there isn&#39;t, what I&#39;m saying is that we do not  know. At least till our times come whenever that might be. And who  knows... maybe there is some second chapter to our existence after we  leave our earthly bodies. We will never know.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Anyways, what I&#39;m trying to get across is that rather than being  pessimistic about life and our world, we should be hopeful that we rise  above the challenges set before us and come out as better people than we  are today. If not us, our children and then their children. We have so  much going for us as a species and people just don&#39;t seem to see that.  There is a road of endless opportunities laid out before us that leads  to who knows where, but we should follow it. It would be better than  just sitting off to the side of the road thinking &quot;I&#39;m done&quot; because if  we try to do something, no matter how long it could take, I have a  feeling that we will be able to do it one day.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And hey, it would be nice to see us humans exploring the galaxy one day,  and then the Universe another. We just have to hope that the future us&#39;  will decide to stay on the road rather than stopping off to the side.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingsofakilljoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3699707132265094856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingsofakilljoy.blogspot.com/2010/09/point-of-view.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610358266036876251/posts/default/3699707132265094856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610358266036876251/posts/default/3699707132265094856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingsofakilljoy.blogspot.com/2010/09/point-of-view.html' title='Point of View'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003454657509409853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610358266036876251.post-6537511479992841192</id><published>2010-09-24T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T11:25:18.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A short story called &quot;Let&#39;s Watch the World Burn&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqI5by-rM-FqQJuOd6ZLrmJSuVDEbD-6hPwVgA-Bra1ySkGrasXfem27SuZkEZ1LBrlBJNjRXMga2OhipOjhAFTRldMEBlE1JEXr2go5wQssakRl2B0w5RIM_qiz52Jn3FiPKcIQ0LsQU/s1600/1226021581809.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;285&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqI5by-rM-FqQJuOd6ZLrmJSuVDEbD-6hPwVgA-Bra1ySkGrasXfem27SuZkEZ1LBrlBJNjRXMga2OhipOjhAFTRldMEBlE1JEXr2go5wQssakRl2B0w5RIM_qiz52Jn3FiPKcIQ0LsQU/s400/1226021581809.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let&#39;s Watch the World Burn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was all over the news for the past couple of days. The growing  tension between the United States and Russia has been growing with the  assassination of the president and the coup that happened the following  day. The conservatives finally had their government back. With the new  president in power, changes have started appearing all over America.  Many of them putting it back into a God fearing country from which it  came from. I thought about fleeing, seeing as this country was not the  one that I was born in, and that it was slowly moving towards war with  most , if not all other World powers because of it idiocy which had  taken shape with in. I thought about leaving, and going to country that  was not apart of this stupidity that was about to take place, but my  apathy dictated me to stay, and just watch how things developed.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was a month after the new Government had taken over when it had  declared war on the rest of the world, stating that it was not fit to  exist except for under the &quot;Democratic&quot; flag of America. I should have  left when this happened, but I didn&#39;t. I didn&#39;t think anything bad would  happen if I just kept my head down and let the world continue on to its  path of destruction. This is when I met her. She was exactly my type,  and we hit it off great. We fell in love after the first week. Then we  heard that our country was going to destroy the rest of the world so  that only our country can exist. Well Russia was not gonna have any of  that so they declared war on America the next day.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For some reason, no one knows now, someone fired the first shot that  would end the world as we know it. After this shot, America with all  its power decided it would make an example of Russia by glassing it over  with its nuclear arms. Russia decided to stop this and used its own  nuclear weapons as soon as we fired our own. When I heard what was  happening, I realized it was too late, and ran for her. We then went to  the top of the nearest building and watched as our world came to an end.  As the mushroom cloud grew, and the shock wave got closer, I looked  into her eyes and said &quot;At least I found you in the end&quot;. We held each  other as our world, and lives, came to an end in the blink of an eye. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingsofakilljoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6537511479992841192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingsofakilljoy.blogspot.com/2010/09/short-story-called-lets-watch-world.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610358266036876251/posts/default/6537511479992841192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610358266036876251/posts/default/6537511479992841192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingsofakilljoy.blogspot.com/2010/09/short-story-called-lets-watch-world.html' title='A short story called &quot;Let&#39;s Watch the World Burn&quot;'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003454657509409853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqI5by-rM-FqQJuOd6ZLrmJSuVDEbD-6hPwVgA-Bra1ySkGrasXfem27SuZkEZ1LBrlBJNjRXMga2OhipOjhAFTRldMEBlE1JEXr2go5wQssakRl2B0w5RIM_qiz52Jn3FiPKcIQ0LsQU/s72-c/1226021581809.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610358266036876251.post-7447976373998671276</id><published>2010-09-24T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T07:18:16.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is a short story I wrote in the span of and hour.</title><content type='html'>I posted this on my other blog some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here it is&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Middle of Nowhere &quot;Hope&quot;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It was a normal afternoon in this small town in the middle of nowhere.  The towns people went about their daily lives with out the slightest  clue on what was about to happen to them. They shopped, cleaned, talked,  laughed without the knowledge of what was to come. The end was close  alright, at least for this small town in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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It began on a seemingly normal afternoon. The sun was high in the sky,  kids were out and about playing their silly games and their parents were  working and talking with one another. Suddenly, a scream so loud and  high pitch came out of nowhere and paralyzed the towns people. It was as  if this noise was coming from inside their heads. Some began clawing at  their face to hopefully stop it, but nothing helped. And as suddenly as  it sounded, it vanished. A eerie silence over took the town and not a  single noise was made.&lt;br /&gt;
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As the people started to recover from this random and horrifying ordeal,  something even worse appeared on the horizon. From the east, a great,  black mist was barreling towards the town. Most people had enough time  to make it in, but others were unlucky. They were trapped in this pitch  black mist with nothing that would let them see. Even flashlights could  not cut through this impenetrable darkness. As the people that were left  outside began to try to find a way out of this darkness, the screams  came. Not the ones heard earlier that day, but a different kind of  scream. The kind only a man in his death throughs would make.&lt;br /&gt;
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One man that was fortunate enough to find his way to a building began to  see strange shapes in the dark, rolling mist. He called out to them,  but there was no response. Suddenly more screaming and yelling was heard  from multiple directions as if the whole world around him was being  slaughtered. The man began to run and try to find a way inside this  building that was acting as his one form of direction he could trust. As  he began searching for a way in he stumbled over some sort of garbage  someone must have left out. He fell hard against the cold ground just  for a moment, and then he felt the wetness forming on his shirt. He then  noticed a strange smell that he could only describe as the smell of  iron.&lt;br /&gt;
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At the realization of what he just stumbled over he began to panic. The  sounds from whatever was out there were getting closer ans closer and he  still could not find a way in. Then he saw it. A light in the darkness  in the form of a store front windows. He began sprinting towards his  only salvation when all hope drained from his world. Something stood in  front of the windows. That something was not human, or animal, or  anything he had seen before, but he felt like this was not the first  time humans and these thing had crossed paths because he felt a sort of  primal fear sweep across his body at the sight of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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It looked, form a distance, like a very tall and skinny man. However in  the light its features that differentiated them from us were all to  obvious. The creature was so skinny, you could see its bones, or what he  thought were bones poking through its hairless exterior. Its arms were  abnormally long , reaching to the ground almost when the creature took a  hunchback position. The limbs were very skinny, almost bone like and  had the feeling of sharpness from them. What was worse of all was the  head. Its skull looks like it was elongated at the back of the skull  giving it a very strange, oval like appearance from the side. Then there  was the face. The face is what really made the man drop to his knees  and begin to whimper like a small child. The face seemed like it was  stretched into a evil looking smile that reached from one side of its  massive head to the other with long rows of sharp and point teeth. Its  nose was what a humans would if there was no skin or cartridge on it.  Then the eyes, they were sunken into the creatures head and made it so  that when you look into them, you feel like your being swallowed up into  a current of never ending horror and innocence.&lt;br /&gt;
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The creature noticed this small man sobbing uncontrollable on the ground  and made its way towards him. As the creature moved away from the  window, the man saw what would happen if he even made it inside. Pieces  of meat and flesh were strewn about the lite room as if the creature  that did so was playing with the remains of the victims. He also saw a  little hand print of blood made on the window that could have only came  from a child...&lt;br /&gt;
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The man knew he was going to die and then ripped apart to satisfy some  otherworldly creatures desire and he knew nothing he could do would save  him. He decided after seeing that small hand print, he would at least  go down fighting. Even though nothing could save him, he still needed to  try to live and not resign his fate over to this creature that stood  before him.&lt;br /&gt;
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He slowly got himself off the ground and was able to stand just barely,  wobbling to the left and right as he tried to stabilize his fear induced  tremors. He looked at the creature and said something under his breath  as if to someone else and then he smiled. He rushed towards the creature  and the creature rushed towards him. As he comes in closer to the  creature, all doubt is gone within his mind. He was at peace with what  was about to happen. They then reached each other as the black mist that  blocked out all light, except for this one kindled inside this mans  heart, hope.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingsofakilljoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7447976373998671276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingsofakilljoy.blogspot.com/2010/09/here-is-short-story-i-wrote-in-span-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610358266036876251/posts/default/7447976373998671276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610358266036876251/posts/default/7447976373998671276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingsofakilljoy.blogspot.com/2010/09/here-is-short-story-i-wrote-in-span-of.html' title='Here is a short story I wrote in the span of and hour.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003454657509409853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610358266036876251.post-1857657815007439553</id><published>2010-09-24T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T14:30:33.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog with hopefully new ideas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnOXTa5srsaCKVHAaJ7RCkUiEjDg1a7_hmfNCcKEwcX4ZbXVZPiqJm6YgDbEDJe976tdozRsnPrRcaJIQtPCauo12D-lI7iagMIbOJUSLwIKjB_detH4335uH9d3G-uGQhGY2q2kD5JCU/s1600/1284780337897.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnOXTa5srsaCKVHAaJ7RCkUiEjDg1a7_hmfNCcKEwcX4ZbXVZPiqJm6YgDbEDJe976tdozRsnPrRcaJIQtPCauo12D-lI7iagMIbOJUSLwIKjB_detH4335uH9d3G-uGQhGY2q2kD5JCU/s640/1284780337897.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Since on my other blog a great majority of what I post is stuff I write, I decided to actually have a blog specifically for that purpose. Since I do not have anything to post story wise at this moment, I am going to slowly add my other writings from the other blog here, along with short things like I write in like &amp;lt;20 minutes. Also, I am going to participate in the November writing thing where you have to write a 50000 word story. I think that will be fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways, I hope you enjoy what this blog may become.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingsofakilljoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1857657815007439553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingsofakilljoy.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-blog-with-hopefully-new-ideas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610358266036876251/posts/default/1857657815007439553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610358266036876251/posts/default/1857657815007439553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingsofakilljoy.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-blog-with-hopefully-new-ideas.html' title='New blog with hopefully new ideas.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003454657509409853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnOXTa5srsaCKVHAaJ7RCkUiEjDg1a7_hmfNCcKEwcX4ZbXVZPiqJm6YgDbEDJe976tdozRsnPrRcaJIQtPCauo12D-lI7iagMIbOJUSLwIKjB_detH4335uH9d3G-uGQhGY2q2kD5JCU/s72-c/1284780337897.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>