ATTENTION ALL WRITERS! C'MON!!!

[Ihavesomechickens]

Here is the first chapter of a long story I am currently writing. I know it’s horrible, I have just been writing it in my spare time.




-I look around. My coworkers are all chatting to each other, but hey, that’s what lunch breaks are for. I sit by myself, watching them. I don’t return the friendly smiles or attempts at small talk. I just sit. I don’t touch the food Michael packed so carefully for me. My hunger just isn’t as strong in this room. All the spitting, dirt, gum stuck to the underside of the tables. It’s like they are middle schoolers. I stand up and push my chair in. I see a few faces stare up at me, but most are too engrossed in their gossip to notice. I walk out of the bland room into a nice, brown hallway. Everything is brown. A bland, dirty brown. My office is at the very end, next to the storage room. I used to have a cubicle in the big, open area most people are in, you remember, but after what happened they decided it would be best if I had my own space. I wish you were still here May. If you had been here, none of this would’ve happened. You would’ve stood up for me, they wouldn’t of done what they did. I’m so sorry May. I should’ve done more, I should’ve told someone. I should stop thinking about what I should’ve done, it just makes it worse. Micheal misses you too May. He cries at night, we all do. I should probably stop writing now. Lunch break is over in a few minutes, and I should get back to work. Goodbye again May. I hope you like it there.-

 

[SBFChickenGirl]

Here is the first chapter of a long story I am currently writing. I know it’s horrible, I have just been writing it in my spare time.




-I look around. My coworkers are all chatting to each other, but hey, that’s what lunch breaks are for. I sit by myself, watching them. I don’t return the friendly smiles or attempts at small talk. I just sit. I don’t touch the food Michael packed so carefully for me. My hunger just isn’t as strong in this room. All the spitting, dirt, gum stuck to the underside of the tables. It’s like they are middle schoolers. I stand up and push my chair in. I see a few faces stare up at me, but most are too engrossed in their gossip to notice. I walk out of the bland room into a nice, brown hallway. Everything is brown. A bland, dirty brown. My office is at the very end, next to the storage room. I used to have a cubicle in the big, open area everyone else is in, you remember, but after what happened they decided it would be best if I had my own space. I wish you were still here May. If you had been here, none of this would’ve happened. You would’ve stood up for me, they wouldn’t of done what they did. I’m so sorry May. I should’ve done more, I should’ve told someone. I should stop thinking about what I should’ve done, it just makes it worse. Micheal misses you too May. He cries at night, we all do. I should probably stop writing now. Lunch break is over in a few minutes, and I should get back to work. Goodbye again May. I hope you like it there.-

I'm intrigued! And its has some sort of sadness draping over it all, and I so badly want to k ow who May is! May sounds like a great person!

 

[Ihavesomechickens]

I'm intrigued! And its has some sort of sadness draping over it all, and I so badly want to k ow who May is! May sounds like a great person!

I’m working on chapter 2 now, so I’ll probably post it in an hour or so. I write fast.

 

[SBFChickenGirl]

I’m working on chapter 2 now, so I’ll probably post it in an hour or so. I write fast.

Lucky XD. Some days I write fast. Other days it takes me ten minutes just to write a sentence.
Then again... scrolling through backyard chickens is a wonderful distraction XD.

 

[Ihavesomechickens]

Okay, I finished chapter 2 VERY early. It’s not very long though.

I’m going to put this one in a spoiler because it contains mentions of smoking and depression, so it may trigger some people. Click at your own risk.

Spoiler: Contains brief mentions of smoking, depression. May be triggering to some audiences.

-I still can’t believe what they did to you. I wanted to tell someone, the authorities, anyone. I couldn’t. I failed you. I’m doing it again, just so you know. I started smoking again. I didn’t want to, I just couldn’t help myself. You worked so hard to get me to quit, it just makes me feel worse about the whole thing. Dr. Johnson, you know, the guy I went to before you came? I started going back to him. I didn’t tell him what they did to you, I couldn’t. I know they would find out if I told someone, and then I would meet you again. Well hey, that wouldn’t be too bad. I haven’t seen you in months, well, the last time I saw you was Valentine’s Day. You wouldn’t know though. Oh god they are coming in. I need to stop. Goodbye again May. I hope you like it over there.-

 

[Ihavesomechickens]

I finished chapter 3. I sorta want to know what people think of chapter 2 before I post it though.

I’ll just keep in in my corner for now.

 

[SBFChickenGirl]

I'm wondering what happened to May, and I'm loving how lovingly your MC talks of her. Love the tortured soul characters, some of my favorites. This chapter has a lot of guilt written all over it.

 

[Ihavesomechickens]

Okay, here is chapter 3. It contains sorta graphic details of death, but they aren’t descriptive or anything.

Spoiler: May trigger some audiences.

-Oh god. May, they did it again. They did what they did to you to Albert. I was walking to the bathroom and I saw Kelly open the door. He just fell out. I heard her scream. I heard me scream. They came after hearing us both. They told everyone else not to worry and put Kelly into my office with me. She is still in shock. I have her in the corner, drinking some coffee. She reminds me of me when I first found you, except I was more distraught. You were my wife after all, May. Albert was just Kelly’s coworker, but it would still scare her. He almost looked worse than you did when I found you, but you had been in there longer. I never did tell you how I found you. I’ll just tell you now. You had been gone for three months. They just said you were at an emergency business meeting, and I just believed them. It was Valentine’s Day. I had got you a little pink teddy bear for you to see when you got back, it was cute. I opened your door, and I didn’t see you in there. I walked over to put it on your desk, and you were there. Your body was there at least. It was crumpled on the ground, halfway decomposed. I screamed, I mean who wouldn’t. They quickly came in and shut me up. I don’t know what they did with your body, but there was no evidence anyone had ever been there the next day. They told everyone I was crazy, that I had problems. Oh god, now I’m remembering how Michael responded when I told him. He was your brother after all. I remember the horror on his face. He tried to call the police, but I had to explain to him that it wouldn’t do anything. Remember how I’ve been saying I don’t know why they did it? I was lying, I do. They did it because they knew you knew. May, why’d you have to dig deeper? You should’ve just left the loose ends loose. You should’ve just left the holes in their story as they were. May, I miss you. It’s a pain just getting up knowing you won’t be there with me. Kelly is trying to talk to me now, I should go. I love you May. I hope you like it where you are, wherever you are.-

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

I was inspired to write a small snippet for my story by y'all. The book is going to be written in 3rd person, even though this is in 1st. This is just a prologue type thing.

Spoiler

Dear Diary,

I never really thought I'd find myself caught in the apocalypse.
Nonetheless in the apocalypse as one of the only adults in a group of teens who met through a social media app.
I mean, sure, some had fantasies and made up stories of the zombie apocalypse, of undead, brain eating creatures. I've read a couple zombie books and watched a few movies. I have thought about what it would be like to be in one of those movies, too.
But what those fantasies, books and movies failed to mention, was the fact that the apocalypse wasn't just zombies, but quite literally the end of the world.
One key element they also failed to mention, was that the apocalypse would be caused by a group of powerful supernatural teens and young adults and the goverment.
One of those young adults being me.
...yeah, we screwed up big time, Diary. — Sintari

 

[Ihavesomechickens]

Here is chapter 4. Chapter 5 will be the last, and it’ll be sad. And if any of you like this story, it doesn’t end well.

Spoiler: May upset some audiences.

-They brought Drew in. Me and Kelly heard his screams, so we knew beforehand. More people are finding out this company’s secrets, and killing off a new person everyday isn’t helping. Half the workers are gone. After Albert died, they all got suspicious. May, I have a feeling you started all this. I know their story was fake. None of us knew we were designing weapons. None of us knew those weapons would be world destroying. They are deploying them soon. I should’ve listened to you and quit. May. You could’ve just followed their story. Oh, they just brought someone else in. Wait, it’s Michael? Oh no, I think it is. Drew and Kelly are talking to him. Michael has been taking care of me since you left by the way. He’s like a big brother to me. He was the one that made me go back to Dr. Johnson. Michael loves you more than I did. He looked up to you when you guys were growing up, he always wanted to be like you. He talks about you all the time, always telling stories of you two getting into mischief. Wait, what are they doing? Oh no, May this can’t be happening. Well, I’ll see you soon I guess. I know you’ll never read this, but I love you. I’ve told you so many times, I’ve written it so many times. Losing you felt like losing half of myself, the better half to be honest. I hope to see you soon.