Drunk Writer Series, Volume 1: The Key

Prompt: The apocalypse is about to happen, but the key to preventing it is somewhere in Tallahassee. You are the hero. What’s the key and can you stop the end of the world? The apocalypse of Tallahassee, Florida. I used to think this city looked like shit. Looks a whole lot better now. I emerge…

The Die is Cast: Entry 3

… “Here now honey, take my hand” ————————————————————————– It has occurred to me that my diction may be misrepresenting the truth of my experience, and before I proceed I would like to clarify how the diction I utilize reflects my true perceptions. It is a curious thing to “feel” whilst dead. It’s a stagnant space,…

The Die is Cast: Entry 2

Mr. Epstein sat on a bench in Central Park for nearly an hour and a half before I had gained the courage to go nearer to him. His first name was Jack, passed down to him from the man whose life I had retrieved just moments before. It was an unusually dreary day, and as…

Last Stand Radio: Finale

“Hello? Hello?” I hear a female human voice. It must be Karen. I rise from my seat in her office. “Hello?” Louder now. I had no place to go, no idea what to do. So I stood there. Her door opened slowly. She came in holding a gun. She saw me and looked at me…

Last Stand Radio: Episode IX

I arrived back in the dwelling and searched for the proper device project the music off of these thick, black disks. Katherine’s space was no good, there was nothing within it that the disks would fit into. I remembered the room with the various equipment that hummed when I approached it.   In the humming…

The Die is Cast: Entry 1

To whom it may concern, Hello. I am entirely unsure as to how to begin this, as it has been centuries since my last attempt at writing, but in recent days I have felt compelled to do so, so I shall begin. Today is Friday, June 13th, 2015. I was born on October 13th, 1844…

Last Stand Radio: Episode VI

The station went dark. The familiar buzz of the information ceased flowing around me. The computer screen where I was researching “Great Destruction” went black. I knew, logically, that this was not a good thing. I heard shuffling outside, voices.   “Is she here?”   “No, why are you scared of her? Her status said…

Dear General Rossum: Week VII

“Dear General Rossum, I’ve tried every online tutorial and instructions, but I just can’t figure out how to fold a fitted sheet flat. Any tips? Sincerely, Flustered Folder in Frankfort” Dear Flustered Folder, Give up now and retain your sanity. In the 60’s we put our best minds on figuring it out. By the time…

Last Stand Radio: Episode II

I have just recently found out that the primates pursuing us upon reaching your planet were in fact human. My apologies. I know of your humans by your speech, and it appears that the language I have been translating belongs to a strain of hyper aware primates. Humans. It should be noted that I am…

Dear General Rossum: Week IV

“Dear General Rossum, Every time my friends and I have a sleep over, everyone else wants to play Bloody Mary. They all take a turn going in the bathroom, turning off the lights, and saying her name three times. Everyone else does it, but I always say I don’t want to. They make fun of…