Planet Earth was suffering, as the billions of humans on it seem to constantly and consistently attempt to wipe each other out no matter what. The wars between America, China, Russia became so epic it dragged the rest of the countries into it, bombs, gunfire, were normal to hear in every city. Then a disaster happened. The people in China discovered a new disease that could be effective against people. If they remained in it's exposure for a few weeks. Thinking it's an failure the scientists threw the test out and moved on. Unaware some of it latched deep within a few of their members. Their bodies began to radiate the disease then. Pouring i
It's dark, wet, and warm. There's red everywhere, it's so hard to breathe..... He can feel the warm substance filling his nostrils and then flowing into him against his will, choking him. He tries to move but something binds him, and will not let his limbs move as the should. He sinks deeper into the deep redness feeling his life ebb out. As if his soul were giving up and moving on. He closes his eyes and...... "Rag," the voice calls, annoyingly familiar, he scrunches his face and hears it again, "Raggy!" And awakes in a shock to being shaken by a big hand. He looks up to his friend and remembers he's in class and mumbles, "You know my name d
Planet Earth was suffering, as the billions of humans on it seem to constantly and consistently attempt to wipe each other out no matter what. The wars between America, China, Russia became so epic it dragged the rest of the countries into it, bombs, gunfire, were normal to hear in every city. Then a disaster happened. The people in China discovered a new disease that could be effective against people. If they remained in it's exposure for a few weeks. Thinking it's an failure the scientists threw the test out and moved on. Unaware some of it latched deep within a few of their members. Their bodies began to radiate the disease then. Pouring i
It's dark, wet, and warm. There's red everywhere, it's so hard to breathe..... He can feel the warm substance filling his nostrils and then flowing into him against his will, choking him. He tries to move but something binds him, and will not let his limbs move as the should. He sinks deeper into the deep redness feeling his life ebb out. As if his soul were giving up and moving on. He closes his eyes and...... "Rag," the voice calls, annoyingly familiar, he scrunches his face and hears it again, "Raggy!" And awakes in a shock to being shaken by a big hand. He looks up to his friend and remembers he's in class and mumbles, "You know my name d
I'm bit screwy overall, can be moody or happy or just plain goofy. I love literature, but lately I haven't been reading it too much and trying to write my own, I'd love professionals to criticize my works!
I've been posting some of my works, which are amateurish I apologize, but I've got no real idea if I'm doing it right or not. Posted one in Literature, another in Journal. I understand the difference in two. I just don't know what category my works fall into or how exactly to manage them.