Jasmine City

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


A horror story with no Beginning and no end



Jasmine City 

I live in a beautiful city , filled with peace and love ,in the summer the mornings are all picnics and  nights are full with cold breezes , the fall bring with it  a huge carpet of leaves that covers the streets , with the some cold that refresh our hearts , its winter, is all rain and snow , that wash the whole city , and the spring , oh the spring , what can I tell you about it  , the city get colored with breath taking colors of the flowers everywhere , and the jasmine, it’s the best of them all , when you enter the old city and the smile of blood hits you . oh, sorry, my mistake, “the scene changes form where the city was as the man described it, to fifteen years later, to a rusty room, a man with a fuzzy beard, messy hair and teared up clothes, sitting on a broken chair, facing an old camera”.

The old city, I can’t even remember what it looks like, I can’t remember the smile of jasmine, the last time I went to there, it was filled with blood and bodies, “the heartless bastards “did it, I never saw them, all I know about them is that they claimed the city there own, and murdered everyone , I am not sure if they are humans, no human can do what they did.

It happened too fast, we couldn’t stand in their faces, because we never saw them coming, what do they even want from us, did they come here, or they used to live among us all along, the point is, they are here now, and we can’t do anything. tonight, I am changing this place, I don’t stay in the same spot for more than a week, because they’re looking everywhere, I’ll go to the big old building at the other side of the neighborhood, it looks safe. “the Camera turned off

the scene cut to the man walking in the darkness, all what he can hear is the noises of his back bag and his own steps”

I am about to enter the big old building as the night has occupied the city, I watched it for the past few weeks, no sign of “The heartless bastards “or whatever they called themselves,

” the man opening the door” I’ll stay at the first floor, it seems logical, if anything happened, I can run out fast.

I slept for 20 minutes , maybe an hour , who’s counting , but the thing that I am sure about , is that I heard a noise , like a gate was opened , I hold my axe , and carefully I looked down , to see who is down there , as I reached the edge of the floor , I saw darkness , no one is there , what did I hear , I’ll stay in at the corner , I couldn’t risk of going outside , I’ll wait till dawn and I’ll search for another place .

 I am shaking, what is happening, I was in worse situations and I didn’t even panic, “a line of light comes from upstairs “what the hell is this, I hear some noises, I couldn’t understand shit and then………………., IT HAPPENED.

 I didn’t think that after fifteen years in this hell I’ll be shocked like this , bodies were falling from upstairs  , not one or two , it’s like rain ,hundreds of bodies ,falling downstairs , some of them fall on my floor , some of their blood splashed on my face ,I can’t move , the bodies stopped falling ,” the sound of the gate closing” , the bodies filled the whole ground floor , it was horrifying ,  I gathered all the courage I have left in me , and walked to take a look at the bodies …… I want to cry ,  scream, anything, but I can’t, have I gone mute? I can’t believe what I am seeing, I can’t move, are those ……. kids ?! babies??!! All of them, what the Fu*k, what happened.

It’s been 24 hours, I still can’t speak, all the bodies are kids, five years or younger, I am looking at the ones that felt on my floor, all of their eyes are wildly open, blood coming out of their eyes, noses and ears. no sign of injury, who killed them?!and why?! What should I do?!

 

 



Submitted: April 10, 2018

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PugWritesFiction

You describe what is happening, but you don't pay nearly enough attention to what the character actually feels. It will be very beneficial to stop and consider what a character will feel and how those feelings will affect his trail of thought.

Tue, April 10th, 2018 6:49pm

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