Here you shall find any challenge or short story that I am currently working on.
CHALLENGES:
LMAO challenge (2017 winner)
Adventure-Double Trouble challenge
Romance- #TKBMovieContest
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Outbreak- A LMAO short story
"Everyone report to the auditorium for a speech by some Berkeley Alumni." Thundered the speaker.
"We're already in here you idiot!" I screamed up at the speaker. Not only were we there, but we had been for nearly 20 minutes.
"Shut up Jay!" Said my best friend, Tif.
"No." I retorted. She jabbed me in the ribs. Finally a man walked onto stage.
"Greetings, my name is Terrance Consiglier and I went to this school for half of my life!" He shouted. He looked almost 40 years old, and wore some trashy rap t-shirt.
"That's impossible, asshat!" Someone yelled. I silently applauded them. T-Fresh coughed into the mic.
"Regardless, I just wanted to say, dat this school made an effect on me that no other academic program for! Now, when I was at Berkeley, I was double majoring in criminology, and micro-biology. What I learned is this; criminals have all the fun, and how to bio-engineer bacteria! So, my dear children, I have engineered a special treat for you! A game, really. When I was walking down the corridor, I slipped a virus I created into one of your waterbottles! Have fun!" He said, and then ran out the door. I looked at Tif, who shrugged.
"Well that was odd." I muttered. Then again, our city of Beridales literally has been proved that 7% of the population has some sort of major mental illness. Suddenly, some kid I sat next to in Biology started to laugh.
"Ha. Ha. Haha! HAHHAHAHAHHAHA!" He started, the little laughs growing into uncontrollable fits.
"What the bloody hell?" Tif muttered. One of the jocks approached the boy.
"Woah, there friend, you might need to slow down." He said. Of course, leave it to the jocks to reference a meme in some kids hysterical moment.
The hysterical kid clutched the jocks arm, and then he too, erupted in laughter.
"Guys, I think that guy wasn't joking!" Exclaimed Jenica, captain of the cheer squad.
"Oh shut up, you living Barbie doll." I groaned. The Math Teacher, Mr George, got onto stage. "I am very sorry about that. When Terrance came to our school he was an indeed bright student. Now he seems to play victim to some hysteria, dimentia, or lunacy. Please forgive me-"
...
He was cut off by the kid in Biology, who's hysterical laughs turned into a retched hacking noise. The people near him recoiled in shock as he started to spit up blood.
I pulled my crowbar out of the dead crazy's rib cage, and flicked off the goo. Hm. Would it really be counted as dead if it was already practically brain dead? Also it wasn't exactly a zombie. The people only walked around like mindless freaks after dying due to an unforeseen mutation of the virus. I mean, if anything, they acted more like clowns who had gotten their latest paycheck and weren't amused, rather than brain-seeking green half-ass here's johnny crazy walking dead rip offs. Like seriously who came up with this shitty idea anyways?
I was pulled out of my side-tangent by Rob.
"There's one behind you, jack-ass!" He yelled from the tower. I flung my crowbar at it and it fell to the ground. As I stared at it. It bore a striking resemblance to someone I had once known.
"Hey Rob, didn't we kill the Mr. Oncardo crazy a little while ago?" I yelled up.
"Yep." He said. I shrugged, and then made my way towards the tower. A week after the virus was released, the telephone towers went out, so we made a crappy platform ontop of one. Of course lightning could strike us at any time and destroy our home, but then again we would probably be too dead to care. I pushed myself onto the platform and looked at the sky.
"So, how many brain-dead bozzos are still in the area?" I asked.
"I think I counted 3 tribes, and 14 stragglers. We can pick off the stragglers tomorrow." He said. Rob was tiny, so he did more of the reconnaissance...
Reconnaissance- who am I kidding?! It's the f***in apocalypse damnit! Not the CIA! Oh we are so screwed. That is why I know Rob will eventually die. The only thing that matters here is weapons, food, and how much you value keeping all your fingers.
"It'll be great to be rid of those asses soon enough." I muttered, and then hung my crowbar off of one of the bars. If you were to look down on this town, you would instantaneously feel depressed. Now, as I looked down, I only felt pretty god damn mad my parents decided to settle down here. Then again, I'm still alive so I guess I have a lot less to complain about. Oh forget that bull s*** this sucks.
"Jemma, do you think the zombies-"
"Don't ever call them zombies Rob. Just don't."
"Do you think the, er- brain dead bozzos are conscious? Like they are aware that they are zombies."
"Don't know don't care. Why don't you go down there and ask one yourself."
"I'd really rather not." He said quietly. Oh sweet, innocent, soon-to-be-dead Rob. I pray for you.
"Well then, guess you'll just have to wait." I said in a sing song voice. He muttered something that I didn't quite catch, and then climbed onto one of the higher bars of the tower. I stared at the clouds for a bit as the silence only grew much more awkward. Once Rob was gone, I'm sure that I'd be much more preoccupied. Heck, I could have been outta here days ago. But of course, tiny kid working at the gas station just had to tag along didn't he.
"Jemma I know you're plotting to kill me down there." He complained.
"Not plotting, just hoping." I said back. I heard Rob swear and then climb back onto the platform. A few minutes passed.
"Jem, I need to sell you something." He said quietly.
"What, that you need me to change my last name to Simmons, because we both know you are in love with that Agents of Shield TV Show." I laughed. He shook his head, and I stood up.
"Jemma-" He started cautiously but I cut him off.
"What? You miss mummy and daddy?" I teased. He glared at me.
"Jemma stop."
"What? don't like it? Why so serious? Jeez kid I-"
"Stop!" He yelled. I raised my eyebrows. Maybe the kid was finally stepping up his game. He raised his arm, and started to laugh. There was a large gash on it.
