Xxi Stories

It's the zombie apocalypse. Few buildings still stand. Few humans still live. Landscapes turned to barren wastelands. After a nuclear power plant explodes, 19-year old Maximilian Roamer is rendered unconcious and doesn't remember anything about his past. But as he ventures out into the unknown, he starts to discover himself, but it won't be easy. The zombies aren't the stereotypical ones. They aren't slow. They aren't weak. They aren't all the same, and they aren't common to see. The world doesn't belong to the humans anymore and Max doesn't understand that, so he develops a series of theories he keeps in his journal. Maximilian doesn't know where he is, but he knows that he shouldn't be there or the rest of his life will be lived as one of the reckless mutations that now crawl this earth.

Opowiadanie jest w formie pamiętnika. Akcja dzieje się w tym wieku (XXI w), przedstawia problemy nastolatków i niestety nie akceptację.

Thinking. What a magical experience; Feeling your brain fill with awesome ideas, future plans, and incredible stories But everything has its bad side The bad side of thinking is realizing how reality is, how our world is changing, and not in a good way. And then, when you try to change something, when you try to speak, your voice gets lost, just as many had before. But that stops here I don't want my voice to get ignored I don't want anyone's voice to get ignored This is my little opinion book, where I'll get my opinion (with facts) about things that will affect our planet, and will affect us too. I will post your opinion as well, if you want to be part of this. We CAN change things. XXI Z

Relato corto, catártico. Harta de estas hyper-relaciones del siglo XXI. ¿Dónde queda uno en esta espiral de cortejo predeterminado?

It has begun. 4 years before the REAL life. Why do we call it like that? It gives me the feeling that I haven't lived before. I'm sure that I did. I did a lot of mistakes, drunk a lot of beer, forgot a lot of important memories. I had life before college and I will have after this whole shit. 4 years in college, 3 for the Master's degree 3 in Post-Grad for my PhD and I will be almost 30 when I will be able to work. Let's think about it. I have lived the half of my life before I started it. Sitting in the year-opening ceremony is the most boring part of being a student. In my Senior year I just didn't go to it. It was quite funny, we drunk and smoked in the basement during the speech. Now, you are thinking about how big asshole I am really am. Smoking, drinking, giving fuck to this whole educational system, not paying enough attention to my parents, who advocated me during my twelve years. Yes, maybe you are right. Let me introduce my opinion of being a good kid. Every parent wants a perfect blonde boy with blue eyes, with long dick and 180 or higher. He should be sporty, clever, funny and he still must have a lot of free time. Polite to his parents, doing all the housework, knitting with her mother while he is doing the dinner.Believe me or not, it was me until sophomore year. Is it weird? Let's think about it deeper. A blonde boy is hot, so he will have a wife. Check. Free time helps being popular. Being popular gives the kind of "we did it right" feeling to the parent. Check. Imagine that your son, the guy who will make your name well known is like this ideology? Weird to say but like I was. That would be a perfect life. We are not China figures so then it doesn't make any sense. Let me introduce myself your grace. My name is Charles Bennington. I got jailed. Because of drugs? Raping girls? Kill a weird ant? Bullying the Freshman assholes?No. Not at all. Keep going with me and I will tell you. Remember, I have the time for my story. Do you?

Opowieść nie będzie pisana i wymyślana w całości przeze mnie. Chciałabym, aby czytelnicy także brali udział w przygodach bohaterów. Na końcu każdego rozdziału zadam jedno pytanie na które będziecie mogli odpowiadać. Niech poniesie was wyobraźnia. Za wszystkie błędy ortograficzne, językowe, interpunkcyjne serdecznie przepraszam i zapraszam do lektury... :)

Świat, którym żądzą bogowie, dobrzy i sprawiedliwi, którzy dali światu nadzieję na lepsze jutro oraz wszystko, co mogli, się skończył. Teraz światem żądzą ludzie, którzy skupiają się na przyszłości. Walczą, w imię dobrego rynku i wolności słowa. Jednak ich zamiary są mroczniejsze. Bogowie nie umarli. Wracają, by naprawić błędy przeszłości. Jednak czy to wystarczy, by przeprosić skrzywdzonych i ocalić świat przed zagładą?