Author Alexander Laplant
Journal entry 236, week 112 Gout is something you get if you’re a character in a Dickens novel, But apparently it’s also something you can get in a zombie apocalypse. It’s been two years since the outbreak, and it’s become… Continue Reading →
“Maybe I’ll just destroy them and never do it again.” I say, pushing my hand into my forehead as I sit behind the glass partition with my partner. ‘“Are you kidding me Raphael? This is an amazing scientific breakthrough, You… Continue Reading →
“It’s not like it used to be… you can’t mess around anymore.” I look to Ryan, blood dripping down the side of his face as we heave the heavy garbage bag over the edge of the boat. “Don’t you think… Continue Reading →
“So cute… but don’t come home with another dog.” My roommate chides me as wewalk down the sidewalk. “Aw come onnn, he’s so sweet. You know we have room in the apartment!” I protest. “Dude. We already fostered a dog… Continue Reading →
“How long are you willing to chill before you get it?” Asks my mentor, as he looms over my workstation, watching me tinker with an alchemical circle. “I’m chilling!” I protest “I just need to adjust the circle so it… Continue Reading →
You knew I was going to say something to you, right?When we were walking down the street,When I looked over and held out my hand even as the cold air bit through my gloves and tingled against my skin.Didn’t you… Continue Reading →