Xxi mga kuwento

Dzieniczek, który piszę sobie raz na jakiś czas. Polecam gorąco. Pozdrawiam z rodzinką.

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... :)

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

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.

Bare poems. Minimal, emotionally raw, and reflecting the fractured spirit of the 21st century. Each poem captures a modern dilemma or truth in its purest, most stripped-down form.

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?

When America goes to sleep, he wakes up in a place where dreams and reality are indistinguishable. A dream world. But there's something different this time. America wakes up, but...is it America? This universe is inviting, but don't trust anything you see or hear. The choice is yours... Wake Up...or Sleep? ________________________________________________________ Author's Note: Heya! This is my first fanfiction so if a) you see any misspelling or bad word choosing or b) the characters are OCC or c) the info is wrong PLEASE PM me. Also I haven't played Dreamtalia, so this is mostly coming from my imagination. Finally, this is not an Italy fanfic, this is a WORLD/XXI and America crossover fanfic. Thanks! And Enjoy!