Michelle Handy
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Doomsday Diary
A red leather-bound notebook sat on the desk in the far corner of the room. Empty tea cups decorated the space and their leftover oolong tea leaves perfumed the air. A heart-shaped locket sat upon the empty coaster of a teacup. The windows were closed and the air was stuffy from the sun’s daily gaze. No one had been in the office for quite some time. It looked as it had before. That is, before The Reading.
By Michelle Handy5 years ago in Fiction
Humanity
The odor saturated the room in a vile and loathsome manner, digging itself into every orifice and rotting until it made his bones rattle. Paralyzed by the parasite, the man felt each bullet piercing his pristine skin, the white of purity soaked in scarlet. He stared into the abyss and watched as the specks of dust, glittering in the slight sunlight that entered the room, floated in the ocean of oxygen. His lungs grasping fruitlessly at the poison that ruptured his trachea until his body became infested as well. His eyes darkened with stubbornness, unyielding to the scorching pain of distilled rubbing alcohol that coated each and every wound.
By Michelle Handy5 years ago in Fiction
