Author- Hassan McCullough & Barkhem Cann
I can't belive this had all happened in a single day, without warning, and here, of all places, in a such short time? I watched my friends die, come back to life, just kill some more. The dead, yes, the dead, got there skin peeling, flesh tearing, death smelling behinds up, and began to feast on brains and juggular veins as if invited to a free buffet. To top it off, I stood their, and bashed in the skulls of my wellspring, and my own kin... Everything I had ever had or loved was lost. All, all of but 5 friends who kept one another breathing. Adlai, jermaine, barkhem, Isaiah, and cyani. It was coincedentaly us, i guess, because luck was on our side. But as a living whitness to all of this terror, It was far from "luck". I wishh I could take it all back, maybe wake up one day to my mothers violent morning wake ups. But I couldin't have that luxery anymore. Everything that I could ever want, was out there for the taking. But everything I needed, perished, before I could manage a single blink.....
So what do you think about it? its the opening to my book "Death in brooklyn". I might change the name though, if my partner thinks of a better tittle.
I can't belive this had all happened in a single day, without warning, and here, of all places, in a such short time? I watched my friends die, come back to life, just kill some more. The dead, yes, the dead, got there skin peeling, flesh tearing, death smelling behinds up, and began to feast on brains and juggular veins as if invited to a free buffet. To top it off, I stood their, and bashed in the skulls of my wellspring, and my own kin... Everything I had ever had or loved was lost. All, all of but 5 friends who kept one another breathing. Adlai, jermaine, barkhem, Isaiah, and cyani. It was coincedentaly us, i guess, because luck was on our side. But as a living whitness to all of this terror, It was far from "luck". I wishh I could take it all back, maybe wake up one day to my mothers violent morning wake ups. But I couldin't have that luxery anymore. Everything that I could ever want, was out there for the taking. But everything I needed, perished, before I could manage a single blink.....
So what do you think about it? its the opening to my book "Death in brooklyn". I might change the name though, if my partner thinks of a better tittle.
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