Subconscious Chatter

Short stories designed to illuminate your cerebral cortex.

I'm a fool! It just can't be real" I thought, but for some reason, I couldn't stop walking because he would live just around the bend.

"When was the last time you were home?"

I took a deep breath staring out at the open darkness of the ocean and exhaled.

"Almost 20 years."

'Those farthest away from the balcony would later testify that it wasn't Johnathon's fall that locked their gaze, but the two soul-crushing screams that the dying man released that will forever haunt their dreams.'

The old general whispered, "Pwazon" under his breath. (A Haitian Creole word that means "poison"- this wasn't the first time I had heard a person who had witnessed the zombies say that word.)

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He replied, "They didn't realize that Mother Nature wasn't happy with their greed, so she took vengeance…

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