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 Just felt like doing something a little different today.  Why not a "Morningstar" short?

To Whom It May Concern.............................
 
  This is my story.  Well, the important parts, anyway.  I'm writing this down in the hopes that I can look back on it someday, and laugh at myself for being a hung-over idiot.
 
  Today started like any other.  Well, not quite.  I woke from my drunken slumber at about half-past eight, took a piss, staggered into the kitchen for some day-old coffee, and sat down in front of the TV for my morning fix of local news.  I lit a cigarette (the first one of the day is always the best), and started flipping through the channels.  Thay were all the same (they always are), but in a different way this time.
 
  I tried channel 2.  What the fuck?  Where I should be seeing the ever-so-perky visage of my favorite local "away girl", there was nothing but a black and gray EBS logo.  I then tried channel 13.  Same shit!  Channel 4?  Cannel 5?  I'm sure you can see the pattern developing here, can't you?  Along the very bottom of the screen rolled a constantly looping list of places to avoid.  Some were schools: others were office buildings and such.  And what the fuck is with the sirens?
 
  I vaguely recalled hearing something on the news last night.  I seem to remember the anchorman with the bad rug saying some shit about a new virus or flu or something.  So what?  Some people call in sick and it makes the fucking news?  I knew Utah was a boring place, but come on.  I turned the TV off and went for the radio.  Shit, Dissapointed again!  Figures.
 
  At first, all I got was that "emergency" squeal.  I turned the dial until I finally heard a voice.  It was the local shock-jock "Slick Bill".  He didn't sound like he was having nearly as much fun as usual, so I listened closer.  He was going on and on about some shit.  I could barely understand him.  I was, however, able to decipher a couple of unsettling phrases.  Ones like "Keep all doors locked", and " Under NO circumstances should you attempt to make contact".
 
  Jesus, I thought.  What is this dude so fucking wound up for?  This has got to be some kind of sick-ass joke!
 
  My curiosity piqued when he began to scream.  Not fake screaming, either.  None of that "Hollywood" shit here.  This was real.  Too real.  He sounded like he was being ripped apart, or something.  When the screaming ended I could hear growling noises in the background.  Then the signal cut off.  I think that did more for my state of awareness than any amount of cold coffee could.
 
  I ran back to my room to get properly dressed.  If the shit really is hitting the fan, I'll be damned if I'm going to die in a pair of "Spongebob" boxers!  Then (as the fog of my hangover started to clear), I looked out the window.
 
  Chaos.  There's no other way to put it.  It looked like every single person in the whole damn city had dropped some bad acid, or something.  People were chasing each other, running each other down with their cars, and clubbing each other!  Not to mention some crazy asshole out there with a handgun.  Talk about fucked up!  It was like some giant game of rugby with no rules, where all the players are wearing the same fucking shirts!  I couldn't tell who was who out there.  God, this is so insane!
 
  And just when I thought I'd seen it all, it got worse.  A lot worse.  From where I sat, I watched a little kid remove one of the kidneys from some teenage slacker-type kid in an "I Love Soccer Moms" T-shirt.  The little bastard wasn't alone, either.  While the kid was busy clawing away at the guy's lower back, an old lady (who should've needed a walker, by the way), ran out from behind a truck and started chewing on the side of the guy's head!  She fucking ran!!  Once the guy was down a whole shitload of them came out of nowhere to join in.  Not even in the movies have I ever seen anything like this!
 
  I'm sure as hell not going out there!  What the fuck is happening here?  Is it everywhere?  I wonder if this has anything to do with all the crazy shit that's goin on in Africa?
 
  I tried to call my parents but nobody answered the phone.  God, I hope they're okay.  They're pretty smart, maybe they got the fuck out of Dodge when it started getting weird.  Maybe not.  Maybe they're out there chasing people around, too.  Shit!  I can't think like that.
 
  I think I'm just going to sit tight.  Jesus!  I never thought I'd need to fear a little kid, let alone an elderly woman!
 
  Fuck this!  Yup, I'm staying right here.  Oh shit, there's someone knocking.  Should I answer it?  What if I don't and it's my mom, or something?  What if I do and it's not?  I suppose I should at least go check it out.
 
  Okay, I'm going to look out the peephole.  I'll finish this once I know what's going on.
 
  Whoever it is sure is knocking hard. 


                               The End?????
 
 

 

 





 

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Fixed it!  Looks much better, now.


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Cool, man.  Very nice.
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Great story....it is fun to know some of the particulars for a story...the channels etc. Very good...
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Thanks to both of you for taking the time to read that.  I really appreciate the feedback a lot. 

You people ROCK!

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Quote:
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You people ROCK!


Only as much as your fiction, bro.

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Yeah, man, this is nice!

The ending gets me. Poor bastard. You know he answered that door, too.


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very score..my ass wouldn't have answered that door


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Thanks again, to all you guys!


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Allright...I know I said that I wasn't going to add to this, but it's been a little over a year and I figured what the hell, right?

 

 

Fuck.  That’s all I can say about the last few hours of my life.  Just…fuck.

 

   Well, I have good news and bad news.  The good news is that I’m still kickin’.  The bad news is that there ain’t really any good news these days.

 

   As I’m sure you’ve figured, it wasn’t my mom…or Santa Claus…or Jesus, for that matter.  Nope, the knocking was my next door neighbor, Todd.  Of course (being the idiot that I am) I opened the door, and then I proceeded to spend the next 10 minutes trying to get the damned thing shut again.  The second I opened it up he lunged at me, and…he bit me.  That fuck-stick bit me solid on the shoulder.  It hurt, too.  It wasn’t like I thought it would be.  I mean, I’d already seen a couple of attacks through my upstairs window, but those looked quick…clean.  They were executed with almost surgical precision.  They happened fast, so fast that it almost looked painless.  Hmm…fast and painless.  This was neither.  I was just starting to say ‘hello’ when he latched on to me.  But this is the screwy part; he didn’t just bite…he chewed.  Ya’ know?   Shit…I don’t….it was like he was trying to take some of me with him as I pushed his nasty ass out the door.  He never seemed to wear out, neither.  It felt like the harder I pushed, the more frenzied his attack became.  But I was (eventually) able to get the door closed.

 

                                                      ******

 

   So, here we are.  Just Me, Myself, and I, contemplating my navel and pondering the utter uselessness of everything I learned in school as well as almost every item at my disposal.  I had begun to wonder just what in the hell I was going to do.  Why was this happening?  What was all this for?  When the fuck did I become so damn transcendental?  Oh well, I guess the answers will come to me in good time, right?

 

   To tell the truth, I really wasn’t all that sure I’d get the chance to finish this letter.  Well, we’ll see how it goes.

 

   Okay…I need to get my shit together and figure out exactly what in the hell I plan to do.  And how is it possible that my hangover seems to be getting continually worse?  I hope I’m not coming down with something.  Shit, wouldn’t that just top it all off?  The outside world is going to seed and I feel like I have the flu.  How fucking cute. 

 

   I ran back up to my room to take another look outside.  Nope, not dreaming it.  There were still scores of really messed up people doing scores of really messed up things, but some of them look to have slowed down some.  The old woman in particular. 

 

   Not long ago she was running, but now her gait has changed to an awkward shuffle.  What exactly is happening here?  Did her breakfast of slacker scalp wear her out?  I briefly found myself wondering if slackers were high in L-tryptophan.  Wait…Jesus….

 

   As I looked down upon the old woman I began to notice that some things had most certainly changed.  The hair was missing from one side of her head and there seemed to be something dangling from her left eye socket.  Oh fuck!  It’s her eye itself.  There were several sharp objects of various origin protruding from her throat, some sticking out of wounds so large and angry that they made her look (in a fashion) like a walking PEZ dispenser molded into a rough likeness of Andy Warhol, only with longer hair.  Then, without warning she looked up at me.

 

  I jumped backward, tripping over several things including my own feet and landed flat on my ass, my tailbone screaming its silent protest.  I found that I was starting to become quite angry with myself for no particular reason at all aside from the fact that I was here, and this anger was interspersed with moments of confusion and abject terror.

 

   ‘Shake it off’ I told myself.  This must be what mild shock feels like.  That was when I heard her ancient body hit my front door with an oddly satisfying meaty thud that brought a guilty little grin to my face.  ‘Shake it off” I said again, aloud.  This was when I realized that I was still on my ass, so I got back up and reclaimed my position by the window.  All I can say is holy shit!  Had this old deadish bitch alerted the entire population of good ‘ole Salt Lake City, Utah?

 

  The scene unfolding before me was more shocking than anything I’d seen so far.  There were maybe a hundred of the fuckers gathered in a large but tightly grouped scabby cluster on my lawn.  Jeeeezus!  Fast ones, slow ones, big ones, little ones, young ones, old….well, you catch my drift.

 

   The sight was simply too much to bear, and I pretty much coated the inside of my bedroom window with regurgitated coffee and some other components that I couldn’t rightly identify (when did I even have carrots?).

 

   I suppose I’ll just keep writing until I get this shit figured out.  I know I should stay put, but I have an almost overpowering urge to go out there and show those ugly bastards what I’m about!  It would feel so good to break them, one by one into little bloody pieces with my bare hands…no…cut them into little bloody pieces.  ‘Shake it off’.

 

   Peering through a small clear part of the window I could see that my boss was among them.  His name is…or was John Taylor.  He was a fat little man whose round-ass head was bald on top, but sported big, pork-chop sideburns as if to compensate.  I suddenly feel like screaming at him.  ‘Hey Johnny-boy!  Fuck you!  I’m taking a personal day…with your fat-ass wife!’  But I don’t.

 

   Wait…I think I just heard my front windows break.  Why the hell are they making all this noise?  Yep, definitely the windows.  Shit now I can hear them forcing their way into my living room.

 

   And everything was going so well……

 

 


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Peering through a small clear part of the window I could see that my boss was among them.  His name is…or was John Taylor.  He was a fat little man whose round-ass head was bald on top, but sported big, pork-chop sideburns as if to compensate.  I suddenly feel like screaming at him.  ‘Hey Johnny-boy!  Fuck you!  I’m taking a personal day…with your fat-ass wife!’

 

 

dude...that's straight up funny...


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OK, I finally got to read this. It's been awhile since I've read through the morningstar fiction threads, so I'm trying to read each story that I missed one a day.

I really hope that you continue with this story Sic. I have a special place in my heart for stories from a first person perspective. This guy is in a bit of trouble isn't he? I love how you described the old lady, and his neighbor, as well as his boss, funny shit! You really get a sense of what is going through his mind, as well as speculate if some of his confusion and rage could be in some part a symptom of the virus. Good job, and I'm watching for updates mister!


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I loved it. Thanks for writing this. The 1st person is a great touch.

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I liked this story a lot.

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God I miss Sic so much.

His work should be complied into a collection and published. Although a bit hasn't been completed, I bet Holly has some of his unfinished work that we haven't seen yet, I know that Dy has some stuff, and I think I might have a little too somewhere. If given permission from her, I'd like to see his short stories at least completed and released. I don't know, just thinking aloud I guess...

He was very talented, and unfortunately missed his opportunity since he passed unexpectedly and far too young. But it would be great to gather all of his work into one book.

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Whhho when did he die?

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June 1, 2007.


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That's sad, I liked his writing.

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I miss Sic. He gave me the best criticism for my stories. Hos work should be collected and published. Credit is due to the genius who inspired us all. To you sic!

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