elliealchemy
Sparkling vampires are unheard of. Not only are they unheard of, but it's also an insult to the vampire race. I should know. I know a vampire personally. And she's anything but sparkly.
A dozen stood before me. Twelve rotten to the core, old fashion, disease ridden zombies. All hungry for one thing; human flesh. And to them, I was an all-you-can-eat buffet. But, unfortunately for them, I was armed with two guns and a sword at my side. I pulled out the revolver and aimed. One lifted its ugly head as it caught scent of my sweet sweat. I titled my head a bit as I lined the barrel of the gun with zombie. It looked at me and release a blood, curling screech. "Go to hell." I muttered, and fired, the bullet taking home in its head.
Thoughts flood my mind and my heart when the past suddenly hits me like a bag of bricks. I force myself to forget again, only to save me the pain of reliving it through the memories of it all. All I want is to forget.
writing since 2011 · 3 entries · 3 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means Ellie showed up.
1longest streak
3days written
1entries / week
the words Ellie reaches for
headforgetunheardvampirethoughtsfloodmindheartpastsuddenlyhitsbagbricksforcesavepain