I have to believe humanity will survive this, and that someone will read this note, eventually. You. You’re reading this, aren’t you? Hello you, my dear reader. Let’s pretend you’re here with me as I’m writing this. Please. I don’t want to die alone.
Author: Sonny Price
“First find valuable item. Then explain how it is important,” her master said, and left.
She saw a torn balloon, acorns, a metal box, seashells, a rock with a face painted on it, and many more useless items. She shook her head. Nothing seemed valuable.
The man with the cap showed up in the park without his dog one day. My friend thought that was simply curious, but I knew something horrible had happened. The light of his world, his dog, was dead.
We met the man everyday after that. He was always happy to see me and my friend, but the sadness crept back into his mind as soon as we parted. Meeting us was probably the bright spot of his day.
The gas lamp sparked to life. Its flame yawned and stretched inside its glass housing, then it remembered the question. Full of excitement, it looked around and found its matching neighbor already awake.
“Good morning,” the neighboring flame said.
The day after Sam’s birthday, a package was delivered to his apartment. Inside, he found a card and an old, leather-bound book. The card said, “Creepy enough for you? Love, Julie.” Ah, cousin Julie. This should be good!
The pages in the book seemed to have just a few, handwritten sentences at the top. He read a few.
Page 23. “Mrs Eva Donald read 5 pages, and then the introduction. Made her eat glass until dead.”
Mother always said to keep your ghosts close, so he did. They were all here, resting peacefully in the mellow pond behind his house.
As a demolition expert, Bob knew very well what the implosion should sound like, and that was not it. The dust settled, and sure enough, half the building was still there.
He ripped off his earmuffs and walked towards the site. His crew made some pathetic attempts to stop him. As if it mattered whether he lived or died. He pushed them aside. Nothing mattered anymore, not since he lost his wife, Sarah.