I Called Him May

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
I Called Him May is the first version of a short, fictional story based on how the world ended. It is a 2-minute read that will make you think about what the human imprint on the world is.

Submitted: April 30, 2019

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I called him May. 

May first bloomed under the visage of green undergrowth that usually signaled the first breath from the flooding.

He transformed.

At first, it was breathtaking. People stared at the purple tendrils and took pictures of them... with their bodies crushing him.

May didn't stop growing until the ignorant creatures of habit took notice of his physical state.

He was decaying. But like many living creatures that decay, he released death with him.

At first, the birds circled him. Ate him- like the vultures they are. But, May wasn't done. He was only half of his full age.

Sickness spread everywhere, and May began to consume others. The birds spread it.

The plague infected its first person around 1 in the morning. Quite an unfortunate story, really, but fitting.

Joy was only 17. She lived in Michigan.

She, like May, was also breathtaking, and her mom's purple dress hugged her in a way that made others feel something.

But, like May, she couldn't take the pressure on top of her. His body was too strong and the hunting knife he used
the other day was his only tool against his own life. 

It did start with him. He was real sick, and there were no survivors after her.

Joy was supposed to reach the end of May. Billions were. But the sick ones thrive in situations like this.

This isn't a warning.

This isn't a fable.

This is a true story.


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