Mar 5th

Still waiting for you.

By zomb00
Lying on my bed reading City of Thieves by David Benioff, my laptop remains open and awaiting its bi-chapterly 'f5' in hopes of you getting in touch. Yeah, I know you have credit on your phone, but I can't f5 mine. Besides, you can fit more in a Facebook message than in a single text. 

Maybe you'll do that. Any minute now. I'm ready for it. Please?
Mar 5th

Seven Reasons

By Joey
Dawn's pale first light,
A glowing farewell to night.
Petals tumble free,
Like perfumed rain from a cherry tree.
Salty ocean spray,
Misting my face on a stormy day.
Dappled light green,
Through a forest canopy.
Warm scented grass
Slope, beneath a sun of brass.
Orchestra tunes,
Discorded notes like summer's bloom.
Orange-streaked sun set,
Burning into darkness's dept.

Each breath of these,
Living folk like a zepher breeze,
Is just as pure
And miraculous a cure,
For any tear,
Or sigh or gloom fallen here,
As the beauties,
That shine so brightly minds,
So still feel blessed,
Despite pain and times distressed.
You too can find,
Seven reasons to stay alive.
Mar 5th

Marine Land

By Jason
What's your favourite fish? Enjoy.

Confined below water, the fish become fodder,
Trapped under the seas, to be food for me,
Destined to breathe the oceans full of debris,
Only food for me, for no one else.

Covered with scales, this defense fails,
The tools of man destroy, the weakened koi,
And the fish I retrieve from my ocean farm,
Only to hurt me, and no one else.
Mar 5th

Question, urgently need an answer! Help!

By zomb00

 Twelve robots water the flowers in our front garden. They measure out exactly how much water each particular patch of dirt requires in order to gain maximum productivity out of the land.

However, it soon begins to rain heavily and this messes everything up. Some of the robots begin to cuss and splutter about, furious at Mother Nature for pissing on their coldly calculated work. Some of them wander off, neither angry nor distressed over their last hour of work being made redundant. Some start to cry, and wallow in their own self pity.

The last of the robots, however, decides to take things into his own hands. He decides to activate his "Destruction" mode, and twin-linked auto-cannons sprout from each of his shoulders, he then proceeds to exclaim the phrase "KILL, MAIM, BURN!" and parades around the garden threatening the other robots and passing neighbours.

This could turn nasty, fast. What is your course of action? Answer in the comment section below!

Mar 3rd

Waiting for you.

By zomb00

Just sitting in front of my laptop, with an unread book begging for me to open it. I won't start it any time soon, but I'll keep it here. I'm just far too busy refreshing my internet browser: they might message me any minute now.

They won't message me. 

Mar 3rd

Inspirational Music

By Betty

 Lately I've been writting a lot, mostly about things that revolve through my mind these days; and I found myself dragged into this songs while I was writting:

* Set the Third Bar on Fire - Snow Patrol (the lyrics is beautiful!)
* Satellite Heart - Anya Marina (for the romantically incomprehensible)
* Rosyln - Bon Iver & St. Vicent (it's weird but relaxing some how jajaja) 
* No Sound But the Wind - Editors (this is a must listen!)
* Mozart: Piano Concerto # 21 in C - Andante (damn I love Mozart) 
* All of Me - Michael Bublé
* Haven't Met you Yet - Michael Bublé
* Paranoid Android - Radiohead (trust me, it helps when you're angry)
* Pachelbel: Canon In D (to get optimistic in your writting jajaja)
* Rachmaninov - Piano Concerto No. 2 in C Minor, Op. 12
* Get Free - The Vines (when you feel like a crazy person)
* Island in the Sun - Weezer (when you're in love, trust me)
* Fashionably Uninvited - Mellowdrone (pretty cool)
* Body Urge - The Great Fiction (it chills you out)
* 02:20 Boy - Suicide Sports Club (weird but some how helps you to remember melancholic things)
* Stars & Sons - Broken Social Scene
* Music for a Nurse - Oceansize (ONE WORD: AWESOME, here's the link on you tube    IT'S A MUST LISTEN).

I know I've got random taste on music but each of these songs helped me write during different days with different moods.
I hope you enjoy it !
Mar 3rd

This cloud bears words.

By Jason
I wasn't sure if I should classify this as "Word Cloud related" or "Everything else."

I just saw the most amazing sunset.

I'm sorry, I don't have a camera of any sort and couldn't get a picture, but it was, the way the light from our personal star glanced off the cumulonimbus,
the shadows it cast rising up into the sky like some sort of celestial trench.
To see those rays come from the horizon, casting their beauty on the heavens above, it made my world turn upside down.

I've never been religious, but I know now where people get their ideas.
Mar 2nd

Zombie Interview

By zomb00
(This was inspired by a story I read a few years ago, I do not recall its title or its author, so I cannot give credit where it is due. But here you go)


So, Mister…erm…well that’s not really important. Lets begin; can you tell me a little about yourself: What exactly are you? How are you the way you are?

I'm as dead as dead can be, or at least I'm supposed to be. But evidently I'm still here; something went wrong. I'm not sure how it happened, none of us are. Our memories are hazed, lost. However; despite my rotting limbs and animalistic desire to feed on human flesh, I'm learning to live with it.

At least you’re getting on with it instead of giving up, eh. Anyway, can you tell me your name?

My apologies for not introducing myself earlier, it's quite impossible you see, as I lost my name long ago. Odd things, names; they seem just as trivial as any other luxury item. We don’t actually need names to survive, so we forget them and leave them behind....I think mine might have started with an "A", but I'm not sure. It's funny, back when I was alive I was always forgetting other people's names. I am finding that irony abounds in this false afterlife, an ever-present punch line. But it's hard to smile when your lips have fallen off.

Heh, I bet. You mentioned a loss of memory, can you remember anything of your past-life at all? What was your occupation, perhaps?

Before I became a zombie? I can’t remember. Sometimes, when I feed I get a slight blast of memory. Small things, streams of colour, familiar scents or tastes, voices. I think I worked in a florist. Or as a gardener. I’m really not sure, but the amount of flowers and scents I sense while I eat is unreal. The only other clues to my past are the clothes clinging to what remains of my body; a pair of low-quality combat pants, a tattered shirt of some original-unknown colour now dyed grey by time, and a pair of ruined boots. I would probably look pretty average if my intestines weren't dragging at my feet.

I was wondering what that smell was. How long have you been a zombie? How many are in your community?
There used to be over a hundred of us existing in a wide barren field outside some large city. We didn’t need shelter or warmth, obviously. We stood around in the dust, and time passed. 

But slowly, over time, they all left. I don’t know where they went, they seemed to simply wander away in random directions, perhaps scouting for food but forgetting to come back. Maybe they're all dead? I have never actually seen any of us "die" of old age. Maybe we exist forever, I don't know. I don't think much about the future anymore. That's something that's very different from before. When I was alive, the future was all I thought about. Obsessed over. Death has relaxed me.

Almost poetic, really. How about food; you mentioned craving human flesh, how's that going for you?

We hunt every now and then…How this expedition begins is: one of us will get hungry and start shuffling toward town. Focused thought is a rare occurrence with us, and we follow it when we see it. Otherwise we would just be standing around groaning. We do a lot of standing around groaning, and it's frustrating sometimes. Years seem to pass this way. The flesh withers on my bones, and I stand around, waiting for it. I am curious how old I might be.

The city where the people live is not that far. We arrive around noon and start looking for living flesh. The new kind of hunger is a strange feeling. You don't feel it in your stomach - of course not, since I don't even have a stomach. You feel it..everywhere. With lack of human meat, you start to feel "more dead". I've watched some of my friends go back to being full-dead, when food is scarce. They just slow down, stop, and become corpses again. I don't really understand it. Maybe if we rub some bloodied hand in their face they'll rise again and gobble it down, but we never have any meat left to experiment with.
What do you do with the bodies of your dead friends once they’ve starved?

We don’t do anything to them. There’s nothing on them worth eating, that’s why they died.

How foolish of me. Do you not come upon much resistance while searching for food? No soldiers or military to get in your way?

I guess the world has mostly ended, because the cities I wander through are decaying as fast as I am. I don’t think there are any countries any more. Buildings are collapsed. Battered and rusted cars fill the streets. All glass everywhere is shattered. I don't know if there was a war, or a plague, or if it was just us. Maybe it was all three. I don't know. I don't think about things like that anymore. But that’s not to say we don’t meet resistance while we’re out hunting. When we find people, it's usually a small group. They like to stay in packs of at least five. Usually one or two of them will have a weapon, and usually we’ll lose a few of our number or some of our own flesh to bullet damage, but we don’t care. None of us do, after all, why fear death now?

What do you do once you find you have disarmed your meal?

Eating is not a pleasant business. I can chew off a man's arm, but I hate it, it's disgusting. I hate his screams, because I don't like pain, or blood, or violence. I don't like to hurt things, but this is the world now, this is what I do. Of course, if I don't eat all of him, if I leave enough, he'll rise up and follow me back to our dusty field outside the city, and that might make me feel better. I'll have some company, maybe we'll stand around and groan for a while. It's hard to say what "friends" are anymore, but maybe that's close. If I don't eat all of him, if I leave enough...But of course I don't leave enough. I eat his brain, because that's the good part. That's the part that, when I swallow, makes my head light up with feelings. Clear memories. For about three to ten seconds, depending on the person, I get to feel alive. I get traces of delicious meals, beautiful music, perfume, orgasms, sunsets, life. Then it fades, and I get up and stumble out of the city, still dead, but feeling a little less so. Feeling okay.

But why eat human meat? Why not fruit & vegetables, or other animal flesh?

Fruit and Vegetables? Look around you, the world is a wasteland. But, I don't know why I have to eat people. I don't understand what chewing off a man's neck accomplishes. I certainly don't digest the meat and absorb the nutrients. My stomach is a rotted bag of dried bile. It is completely useless. I don't digest, I just eat until the weight forces it out my ass, and then I eat more. It feels so useless, and yet it keeps me walking. I don't know why. I don't know if we're the result of some strange global infection, or some ancient curse, or something even more senseless. Existential debate is not a major part of zombie life. We are here, and we do things. Life is simple. It's nice sometimes.

That’s just about all we’ve got time for tonight, I’m really tired and I’m sure you’ll be wanting to go groan with your friends. I’ll be back in a few days to ask you more questions, thanks again for your time. Good night.


Welcome back, Mister A. I trust you’re ready for another round of questions and answers?

I died ready.

Hah. Loving the humour, great touch. Lets begin; you mentioned that you enjoy ‘standing around in a barren field while time passed’; do you do anything else? Any recreational activities, or anything really, which you do to kill time or for enjoyment?

I never said that I ‘enjoyed’ standing around in a barren field. Its just what we do. Do you enjoy breathing? No. But you do it anyway, it just happens, however that may be a bad example as you must breathe to survive. Now, to answer your question; I sometimes start walking in a circle for no reason. I root one foot in the dirt and spin on it, around and around, kicking up clouds of dust. I can do this for days at a time. But eventually I stop walking, and I stand still. I’ll sway back and forth, groaning a little as I find my balance. Then, maybe, I’ll go and find another of my kind and groan at them. They will most likely, in return, groan back.  This however, unlike walking around in circles, will last only a few minutes. I don't know why we groan. I'm not in pain, and I'm not sad. I think it's just air being squeezed in and out of my lungs. When my lungs decompose, it will probably stop. I’ve encountered a few of my kind unable to groan, but mostly I find that they’re lacking the required components. The rest of us must have dug too deep while…converting them, for lack of a better word.

Right, my bad. I apologise, my memory is just a little hazy. Its hard to remember every little detail from a conversation, even with someone as unique as yourself. Self-preservation has became the law of the land, the only truly worth-while exploit nowadays. Anyway, this interview isn’t to find out about me, so lets move onto our next question; Sex. What happened to your sex drive once you died? Does it still exist? I must admit, the thought of two zombies exchanging bodily fluids is quite revolting.

Agreed. That is revolting. However…There is someone of the opposite sex I enjoy being around. I first saw her a few months ago while I was hunting for food in the city. She was human at the time, I was careful not to dig too deep into her while I ate. Then I stayed with her until she rose again. She doesn't sway or groan, her head just lolls from side to side. I like that about her, that she doesn't sway or groan. I stand beside her for a few nights while she gets accustomed to un-life. I wheeze some kind of greeting, and she responds with a lurch of her shoulder. I like her. I reach out and touch her hair. Her skin is grey and her eyes slightly sunken, but she has no exposed bones or organs. Her death outfit is a blue/black trousers and a snug white shirt, with a blue/black waistcoat. I suspect she used to be a shop worker of some kind.

Pinned to he  chest was a silver nametag.
I could read her name. She had a name.
Her name is Tesco.

I pointed to her chest. Slowly, with great effort, I said, "" The word rolled off what's left of my  tongue like honey. What a good name. I felt warm saying it.

You know that…never mind. But you have feelings for this woman, you are attracted to her for some reason. Why? Is it mental or physical? Or both?

I don’t understand the question. All I know is that Tesco’s cloudy eyes widen at the sound of me pronouncing her name, and she smiles. I also smile. Then maybe I think I was a little nervous, because my Achilles tendon snapped, and I fell backwards into the dust. Tesco just laughed, and it was a choked, raw, lovely sound. She then reached down and helped me to my feet. I have fallen in love with Tesco.

Love? May I be so bold as to mention that you’re probably the worst thing that could have possibly ever happened to her? You killed her for Christ’s sake. Besides, what could you two do together; I mean sexually. There must not be much two zombies can do in terms of sexual intercourse, is there?

I’m not sure you understand my motives for doing what I done. I freed her. While alive humans have to constantly fight for survival every single day. Whether it be foraging for food or trying to power their shelters, every single aspect of their lives revolve around protecting themselves from us. They search for scraps during the day, then hide and pray we don’t find them during the night. They never have time to just sit and chat idly, or have any fun. There is no free time for them. That, in my opinion, is hardly worth living for. As a zombie, she has as much free time as she could ever possibly hope for.

I suppose you have a point - however its not all bad, we may yet one day find a cure for zombification and rebuild civilisation. But whatever, can you just answer, what is zombie-love like?

I'm not sure how zombie-love works. I remember what love was like before, and this is different. This is simpler. Before, there were complex emotional and biological factors at work. We had long checklists and elaborate tests to be passed. We looked at hairstyles and careers and breast sizes. And sex was there, in everything, confusing everyone, like hunger. It created longing, it created ambition, competition, it drove people to leave their caves and invent motorcars, space craft, and atom bombs; when they could instead have just sat on the couch until they died. Animal cravings. Subconscious urges. Sex made the world go around.

This is all gone now. Sex, once a force as universal as gravity, is now irrelevant to us. Ambition and longing have left the equation. My penis fell off two weeks ago.

I’m sorry to hear that.

Aye, it’s a crying shame. Want to see it? I carry it with me.

No, thank you. I’m fine. But I can tell this interview has served it’s purpose. Perhaps, if I receive any decent suggestions for questions to ask you I’ll return one day.
Mar 2nd


By Jason
When it happens
It happens quick
No time to find your things
"The pets are fine, now go"
Under ground
But not dead, yet.

They will come
Guns and bullets and gas masks
Breaking the rules
So we shoot back
Breaking their rules
So they shoot once more.

Time to go under ground again.