FFM 7.7 - Race You"Race you to the top Cassie!"
"That's kinda steep to race. But okay. If I win, you have to pay for the ice cream."
Kelsie smiled. "Alright Cassie. On three."
The wind rushed by Cassie's ears and as she looked up she saw Kelsie's silhouette waving from the top of the cliff.
"Guess I'm paying anyway " Kelsie said with a chuckle.
FFM 7.6 - Fall of Jericho"A skinned knee?"
"Yeah. A little kid's skinned knee started this whole fucking thing."
"How long did it take for them to find the source?"
"About six months. By then the panic had already set in. Mass graves dug and filled in over and over again. They keep dropping like flies."
"Fantastic. How long until it reaches here?"
It was then that the last two men in Jericho fell.
FFM 7.5 Her Father's DaughterCan we pretend that airplanes are like shooting stars
She sang along with the song on the radio as he dressed in his uniform. He was leaving her again. He was going away, somewhere he couldn't tell her, some place he'd be in danger again. She watched his reflection in the window pane as the rain cascaded down. The weather fit her mood this evening. He'd tried to make it memorable for her, for that unspoken just-in-case. She fought the urge to ask him to stay, to try and get transferred so he could stay home. Stay with her, but he said he couldn't, and there was no safe bet that right now that the unit he got transferred into wouldn't be shipped out too. The sooner he left, the sooner he'd be home again.
I could really use a wish right now, wish right now
That was eighteen years ago. He'd left for Afghanistan, been gone three days before his unit was ambushed on r
FFM 7.4 - Rodent Serial KillerIt had been a quiet night, thankfully I only had about an hour left on my shift. I slipped my headset on and popped the flip top of my can of diet soda and opened my bag of cheddar and sour cream potato chips that I intended on eating with the peanut butter and jelly sandwich I had made for my lunch. No sooner had I taken the first sip of my soda when the light flashed and the phones started ringing. The night was about to get interesting.
"911, what is your emergency?" I said, waiting for my computer to pull up the address and such for me to verify while I'm on the phone with whatever hysterical idiot had called me. However, nothing could have prepared me for the words that came out of this individual's mouth.
"I'm stranded on my kitchen table." She said, and I think if I wasn't wearing a headset I would have dropped the phone and probably died of hysterical laughter. However, I managed to keep myself composed as
FFM 7.3 - Zombies Love TeaShe had dressed in her finest, petticoats and all as she waited for the time to arrive. A very special tea party was being held today. A giggle as she peered out at the arriving guests. They had no idea what she had planned for them on this most auspicious of tea parties. A hand slid upward to adjust the pretty pink hat upon her head, and after a short moment stepped out into the parlor. The screams were wonderful, the sounds of bodies hitting the floor, the fear filled tears that soaked paling cheeks. She heard each and every heart stop, and quickly removed their fingers, placing them neatly upon the tray. "Now, that we have the finger sandwiches, it's time for the tea party to begin." She gathered up the tray upon bony hands and carried it in to the rest of her zombie guests.