A.A. MacConnell's Blog, page 22
January 22, 2019
Zombie Apocalypse (pt16)
Getting out of the car and back into the air, Tim held his hands tightly in his coat pockets as he crossed the street, trying to ignore the feeling of death that was trying to permeate all of his senses. As if he didn’t see the picture already. Staring at Heherson’s door, he brought his hand up and gave the wooden structure a few hard knocks.
It didn’t take Heherson as long to answer as it had Irish and it was obvious to Tim that Heherson hadn’t been to sleep yet. He was more of a night owl,...
January 19, 2019
It’s the language that shapes us
“A great attitude” unfortunately doesn’t equate with “an attitude”
To what ends have we come?
To think once has to specify greatness
Instead of bad
To say a “bad attitude” can equate more closely with “an attitude”
Under more than one way
Does anyone else feel it should be another way?
Exemplifying our desires by language
January 18, 2019
Zombie Apocalypse (pt15)
“It shouldn’t take more than a few minutes. You don’t even have to go inside.”
Irish stared out the front windscreen, chewing mercilessly at her bottom lip. “Can you go first?”
“Can I go first?”
“Make sure that he won’t be weird when I come in?”
“Wait a moment. You want me to talk to him about you?”
She nodded, finally looking back at him. Tim was keenly aware that something about the set up was a little flipped. Who should be talking to him about a failed relationship and who should be talki...
January 16, 2019
Take it seriously, man
There was something inside of him that wanted out.
“Too much information,” his friend said.
“No, that’s not what I meant.” He placed a hand over his stomach. “I mean that there is something inside of me that shouldn’t be there.”
“Gas?”
“Can you please take this seriously?”
“Gas can be serious. Seriously uncomfortable and it would definitely need to get out.”
But it was too late. The monsters burst out through his abdomen, coating his friend in his fluids. Not that his friend had much time to...
January 15, 2019
Zombie Apocalypse (pt14)
Which was, of course, when the situation changed again.
Irish pulled up across the street, hands gripping tightly to the wheel. “Tim?”
“Yeah, Ai?”
“I don’t want to do this.”
Tim shook his head. “No one wants to do this, the situation sucks. Hopefully the trouble this has put us through will be enough to convince him not to do this again.”
“No.” Irish parked the car, turning the engine off. “I… I don’t want to talk to him yet.”
Tim rubbed at a shoulder. “It’ll be fine. You just have to get him...
January 12, 2019
But with a whimper
She did not scream. She let out a moan.
Calling out to the one person she
Respected enough to trust.
Each to their own.
And when tried to flee
More screams came from the internal disgust.
January 11, 2019
Zombie Apocalypse (pt13)
Tim quickly tried to salvage her perspective on the matter and what all tabs he did still keep on his father. “The seminar was still in town though. It wasn’t as if he wouldn’t be at home right now. As soon as he wakes up, he’ll get it. It’s just…”
“Tired after a full day? He’ll wake up when his alarm gets him ready for the last day of the seminar. Which might be a little late for him then to drop everything to drive over here.”
Tim chuckled. “Well, yeah. It’s why I’m up in the middle of the...
January 9, 2019
When Messengers Fall (pt13)
Bri stepped forward, holding her hand down in front of Orifiel. Malak watched her do so, knowing the truth of the matter didn’t matter. The fact that dealing with Orifiel would be so much more difficult than any of the other messengers, no matter how cooperative he would try to be, did not matter. Bri would persist as she always had.
While the wait before her next words was not the same, the rest of the action felt so familiar. As if they had fallen only yesterday.
“My name’s Bri. I’m here to...
January 8, 2019
Zombie Apocalypse (pt12)
“Why don’t you talk to him about it?” Irish demanded. “You’re the other necromancer. Shouldn’t you be the one to talk to him about it?”
If it were possible, Tim frowned more. “Uh… no? In what way does my heritage make me more qualified? I barely know as much as you do.”
“You recognized it as happening in the first place.” Irish waved at the window, finally reaching over and taking his jacket off of the back of the chair, checking how much connection that button really had with the front of th...
January 5, 2019
What it is
A different spatial awareness
Becoming a mentality of bareness
Stripping away meaningful serenades
To return yet more substantial trades
Rife with essence, packed with ramification
Attesting to the most wonderful aberration
Counting away a simple complication
Testing the mind from or to temptation
