#writingmadness

Jenny curled up on the couch and stared out the window, at the nothingness, at a world devoid of all human life. There was nothing left but the slowing sound of pop-pop-pop-bangs. In fact, there hadn’t

It had been ages since she had been in her own room after taking refuge downstairs for fear of her broken window, but at this moment she didn’t care if the crepitus blew its way through the gap and infected

Source: Pixabay   April Writing Madness has come and gone. I did not complete my goal, but I am still slowly working towards it. My goal was to complete 50,000 words in one month, whilst using the daily

Ever since Blair had exploded, alone and fondling his nipples in the empty, muffinless grocery store, Jenny further felt the weight of the great fungus as it loomed overhead. Of course, it didn’t help

The side door was open. Why was it open? Had other people already snuck out of their houses and looted the great Uncle Blair’s Wares? That didn’t seem right. It had only been two weeks. Surely other people,

When Jenny had said that they should go on an adventure to loot Uncle Blair’s, she hadn’t expected Joey to dress up for the occasion. It was silly, really; she should’ve expected this behaviour of him

It was now day twelve since the crepitus had appeared and shut the entire world down. Jenny still hadn’t exploded. She was grateful that it seemed as though she hadn’t caught the dastardly disease after

The clock ticked and tocked, the shadow of the ever-moving second hand stretching out alongside the afternoon sun’s light so that it left the clock completely and touched the adjacent frame. It belonged

Jenny sat on her bed and stared out the bedroom window. The world was quiet. Normally one would be able to hear the town bustle, even from this distance; the faint sound of people’s voice, cars, the honk

It had been hours. At least, it felt like it had been hours. Jenny forced her arm up and reached for the water, at last able to bring the glass to her lips. That was better; much better. She was no longer

Several cars were parked out the front of the bogan’s house, as usual. The house was silent, eerie, no smashes or crashes or thuds or screams, and there was no music so they weren’t having a party, but

“We’re not looking for anyone at this time.” The woman behind the desk offered Jenny the fakest of smiles and placed the resume into a drawer, then quickly grabbed a tissue and blew her nose. “Excuse me,”

Thick, black smoke drifted around the corner of the house and enveloped Jenny, trying to suffocate her. “Joey!” she shrieked, eliciting a movement from behind the window of the bogan house. Ignoring the

Holding the limp balloon to her mouth, Jenny blew and blew until it was filled with air, then tied it up and placed it into the growing pile behind her. Licking at her dried lips, she took another balloon

A drop of water landed on Jenny’s face and slid down her cheek, followed by another and another. Groaning, she peeked an eye open and winced as the curtain billowed overhead. The window was ajar and it

Jenny rested her arms on the bathroom sink and leant forward, examining her face. If Blair was the type who’d only employ the young and beautiful, then she would have to look as beautiful as could be when

The walls shook and the floorboards trembled as Jenny slammed the front door and stomped inside. “I can’t believe that just happened!” She sped down the hallway, her one instinct to fling herself upon

Source: Pixabay   It's just around the corner! My ~April Writing Madness~ begins tomorrow! Missed my previous posts and have no idea what this madness is? ~ one of my New Years Resolutions was to publish

Source: Pixabay   A couple of weeks ago I babbled about the characters in my upcoming ~April Madness~ writing adventure; today I'm going to babble about the story itself! The general idea behind the story,

Source: Pixabay   In a little under four weeks I'll be partaking in my own personal Writing Madness! A NaNoWriMo-esque thing in April to get this Jenny and Joey tale out of my system and into the world.