The Walking Dead

lost, I just wanted to explore the forest in this new town. “Stefan, can we stop for a minute”, the struggle in her voice is immense. “No Kay, we have to find our way home” I replied, trying to keep positive about our odd predicament. I kept walking through the moist soil, trying…

Narrative Joey woke up with a sigh of content. The wind carried the smell of pine into his open window. The rough grain oak of his roof seemed to grin down at him as he sat up and stared at the interior of his cabin. On the stone floor lay his dusty jacket, a few granola bar wrappers that dominated the south west corner of his cabin, and a sleeping dog with graying fur and white whiskers. “Aye Jack get up” Joey whispered to the old beast, “wake up and lets go play oe he was outside.” This…

Kindly edited by ReignKing, Thank you to him for the excellent feedback given. You came home from work to find me kneeling naked, legs spread, hands palms-up on my knees and head down, my hair tied in pig tails. You smiled happily to see my obedience, till you noticed the puddle between my legs and wetness on my cunt. You had only just let me out of my chastity belt two days ago. I had given you my promise to not take what is yours. My pleasure. As you walked towards me you said in a…

demons, this story starts out on the first day of high school. “Kiera get ready, the school bus is coming.” Said my mother while running to her car. Michal and me would always meet right at the bus stop to go to school in the morning. As I started walking to the bus stop I could see Michal looking down to the floor with his shaggy dark brown hair, looking rather upset. I run across the street feeling the light summer breeze wipe across my forehead. “Hey Michal, you look upset what’s wrong?” I…

Last winter over Christmas break, I went on a hog hunt down in Texas. It was lots of fun and I am glad I got the chance to go. Here is how I got the chance to go. One night, my grandpa and I went to a Whitetails Classic in Arcadia. We had just walked in the building and had saw that there was a bunch of people in the line to get their tickets, so we got in the line and waited to get our tickets as well. We had finally got our tickets, so we walked around and looked at everything they had at the…

I remember the day when I had the thought that would from that day on never fail to amaze me. I remember walking down Michigan Avenue in Chicago with the smell of Garrett Popcorn and sewage roaming the air. I remember seeing businessmen and business women making their way to work rolling their briefcases down the street. I remember the massive amount of tourists, including myself, stopping every five feet to take pictures of the beautiful sights of the city. I remember thinking to myself, “Why…

however, was I discovered that a settler had carved a house in General Sherman. While I was hiking along one of the trails in the Redwood Forest, I stumbled upon a hidden path. I had extra time ,so I took a detour and followed the path. After walking for fifteen minutes or so, I came to the foot of the largest tree I had ever seen. An old, rusty, and faded tag at eye level read “WELCOME, GENERAL SHERMAN”. That’s odd, I thought to myself, there’s no sign of any villages for miles. This part…

I'd be glad to be your friend.” I turned to her and gave her a big smile. Jeanne grinned in return. We kept walking in a comfortable silence, enjoying the company of each other. A couple houses passed before we knew it; one of use was bound to go home first. “Oh, this is me. I'll see you tomorrow, Scout!” She called out turning and walking into her driveway. I waved goodbye, and kept walking. The light wind was my only company now. I walked in silence as I thought about the new friend I…

Waldeinsamkeit I first notice the sting of the crisp air as I filled my lungs with a breath. The wind was brushing my hair across my face; slightly blurring my vision. I walked along the grass path towards my horse, Ruby. His mane was knotted and had grown in length. His eyes were full of mystery and deep colors. The air smelled of rain. I slowly decreased the gap between us. I took leisurely steps towards him as my boots moved across the grass. His coat was thick and covered in mud,…

‘Spring Mill,’ it reads in big fading letters. ‘Population 30’. No longer accurate. The paint is peeling and the wood is splintering into sharp points. I have known this sign since childhood. The shoulder of the road, where I now walk, is covered with dead leaves and sticks, which crunch under foot.…