Last Chapter
It happened two weeks after beginning to watch Broken Saints... He had weathered 23 chapters of pure, unsanctimonious brilliance and had reached the final…
I'm addicted to caffeine. Specifically, caffeine in the form of Mountain Dew. As I sit here drinking my second to last one, I am keenly aware that I need to plan my next trip to the grocery store to get another case. Seeing that last lone can of Dew in the refrigerator instills in me a sense of urgency. Write from the perspective of an addict with "only one left."
It happened two weeks after beginning to watch Broken Saints... He had weathered 23 chapters of pure, unsanctimonious brilliance and had reached the final…
Damn, he thought, flying home. That can’t be true. The fires disagreed. Sweeping low, he could sense lifeless figures shambling aimlessly in the ruins…
“Make this one last, babe. It’s gonna be the last one for awhile.” he said. She scrambled to pick up the syringe, and then stopped. She looked up at him, panic…
By the seventh day, I was used to the bodies. Even their white breasts and jutting tongues were free of flies and maggots. I scratched a pimple and hoped I…
Now there was only one left. He had been well stocked on cigarettes for the twenty-five or so years he had been smoking, working through a nice, steady, five…
Back in the big city, this would be fine. The club culture had necessitated all night corner shops. You could buy rips and tray bakes at four in the morning…