EmperorRizal

I can hear them outside my door, moaning and wailing. I don't know how many of them, but, I know one thing for sure, they'll rip me apart if they found a way to get in here.  I've watched how they feed. I've once witnessed a poor man was torn apart piece by piece. They buried their fingers into his flesh, it looked so easy, like knife through butter. ­Then, they rip the flesh open and devoured everything inside. I've studied their behaviour for weeks. They hunt in groups, like wild dogs, picking on helpless prey. To them, we're nothing but precious delicacies. It's been two months since the outbreak. The news stated that people went cr

It's almost noon. The bell will ring soon, telling everyone it's lunch time. The sun was scorching in the sky, baking the classroom. Woo felt his back sticked to his school uniform. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, making their way further down. Thanks to his eyebrows, the salty liquid avoided his eyes and continued trickling down his temples. He ran his tongue on both of his dry lips. His eyes were shifting from a target to another, marking their faces. He cracked his knuckles, it's  a gesture of showing he's trying to calm down. The pain and humiliation that were inflicted upon him will be redeemed today. Woo has brought the rig

Thinking about posting my short stories here. that means you get to SEE and READ my works. So here's the 3rd, enjoy. (Sorry for any errors): Lucy walked into the room, smiling, Roses in her hands. She was excited, feeling anxious to show the fresh picked flowers to Alfred. To her, he’s like a grandfather that she never had. So innocent, so sincere, her young mind would never understand the chemistry of death nor love, and for that, she trusted Alfred with her life. He was hiding behind the door when young Lucy walked in. waiting in the shadows, like a tiger stalking its meal before delivering the killing blow. Poor Lucy never has guess