i found my mother today...
its more like, she found me. i was out getting food from the market (which is starting to go a little dry) and i came home to see her banging on my front door trying to get in. she was frantically running from window to window and door to door trying to get inside, or get my attention, either one.
on that day a few years ago when this all started, i never thought i'd see her again, and if i did, i always thought that it wouldnt be like this. i always imagined, id be walking in my backyard looking for something to kill and eat and i'd find her head laying on the ground, or something like that. you get the drift.
i think my gasp alerted her that i had finally returned home, because she stopped her movement and slowly turned towards me. her face still beautiful despite everything she had gone through in the last few years. her shirt was blood stained and she looked at me with her green eyes, a look almost like recognition, and reached out to my with the one arm that wasnt paralyzed, it happened when she was fifteen in a car accident, and had nothing to do with the zombie outbreak.
i backed up, breaking a stick under my feet. the noise set her off and she took off running after me, screaming with the pain of death without dying. her mouth almost found its way around my wrist, but i pushed her off of me without receiving any wounds. i pulled the stick out from under me and held it above me, squeezing my eyes closed, feeling resistance on it, and hearing the shred of clothing and skin. her blood covered me and i held me breath, waiting for more runners to come out after hearing her shreak. but none came.
my mother lay twitching on the ground, still reaching for me, still trying to take me back with her. but i walked away, trying not to think about what had just happened. i went into the house, steering as clear as i could from the bloody left hand prints my mother had left me on the glass. i sat down and hugged my ferret, Cooper. trying not to cry.
but trying doesnt always work, and i let myself go for the first time since the first day, and cried myself to sleep on the couch.
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Comment by Emberlynn on March 28, 2012 at 10:07am -
thank you guys! i do have more blog posts, it just seems like this one is the most popular for some reason. most of the other ones only have like, one or two views. :D you should change that and take a look!
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Comment by Alex Nichols on March 22, 2012 at 11:57am -
Excellent story! Short, powerful and amazing! looking forward to more work!!
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Comment by Laurent Blanchet on March 22, 2012 at 8:23am -
Well written! Thank you. :)
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Comment by The Story weaver on January 18, 2012 at 9:39am
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good story.
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Comment by Emberlynn on January 18, 2012 at 8:49am
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thank you :]
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Comment by Alex Nichols on January 18, 2012 at 7:42am
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Good story. Excellent flow to it. Nice descriptions and emotional high points. all in all good writing, keep it up.
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Comment by Emberlynn on January 9, 2012 at 10:06am
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haha my mom didnt think so xD
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Comment by Jacob Alonso-Heginbotham on January 8, 2012 at 9:41pm -
well it was an awesome story
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Comment by Emberlynn on January 8, 2012 at 7:05am
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oh wow, that makes me feel really good :] thank you so much. there are a lot of really talented people on this site, but im glad you picked my story to read.
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Comment by Jacob Alonso-Heginbotham on January 8, 2012 at 5:03am
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Great narrative I'm new and after reading this is what made want to join and write my own stuff
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