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An Aspie who does not write fanfics.

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  • 37 weeks
    Know that I am still alive..

    ..That is all.

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  • 136 weeks
    An Honest Question...

    Nothing I wrote had anything to do with ponies whatever.
    Therefore, why would some random bystanders who somehow found my silly writings by chance want me to submit them for approval knowing there is no way it’ll happen?

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  • 144 weeks
    Need a title.

    Alexandra finds a what looks like an old diary and begins flipping through it. Along with William, Monica, and Val went to an empty city though a sparsely populated country. Following train routes for maximum probability of encounters, they found themselves in Philly.

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  • 156 weeks
    Trifecta.

    The whole wide world has been a mess. Speed on back to work in soul crushing environments when working at home has never been more practical than it is right now, especially for white collar. So much illness could be avoided by simply not going anywhere, as could pollution. The last two years have been an eye opener, yet I fear nothing will have been learned by the masses when it is all over, and

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  • 167 weeks
    Useless commentaries.

    I really ought to break this unnerving habit of commenting. It never does anything useful unless annoying people is somehow useful. And I think I have made it abundantly clear I have no imagination whatever never mind creativity. Perhaps more importantly, resisting the urge to make more comments when my absence is appreciated and adds nothing, and trying Not to break this streak is

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Dec
27th
2016

Blatant LOPE Ripoff tenth. Or Where is Everybody? · 5:00am Dec 27th, 2016

I woke up early. Much earlier than usual. It's currently the earlier hours of the afternoon for June third, but it feels much longer than it usually is, likely on account that something woke me up around one AM.

I had just finished having a wonderful dream about seeing Sweet Stuff for the first time on her rear legs. She wasn't quite what I thought. This being my subconscious, I knew waking up and in hindsight it wasn't real. I realized that unlike previous dreams I had in the past, this one was just as vivid awake as it was when I was asleep. I could recall each detail as though I were still in it, yet it was unmistakably a dream.

When I came into the den where everyp- everybody was fast asleep still, I took a peek up at the skylight. What I saw was an odd sight indeed. There was a strange light hovering over our very heads, almost directly above the house. The early morning sky was otherwise unpenetrated by anything but the stars, something we didn't get until recently.

What was odd was I could detect energy from it, but unlike everything else which had this mystery energy, either in the atmosphere, soil and water, and in concentrated doses in our bodies and the plants, this low hovering machine (and it was indeed a machine) continued to get lower and lower without any indication of that power being anywhere in it. The area around it was totally dead, save the combustion. I got a sense of dread as it came closer to us, yet no one else stirred. I got more and more uneasy as the chopper, and it was one, got noisier and noisier.

Standing on the roof later I took a closer look ignoring my feelings entirely. When I could finally see a label on it, a voice inside my head screamed: "Get down!" Not literally, of course, but if it could, that's what it would say. Hair on end, I quickly dove down to the ground next to the ladder and ducked into the garage.

In the garage, we have a dugout. This hole in the concrete covered up by the carpet. I rapidly pulled it apart, lifted the steel door and retreated into the basement. Making especially sure not to fall or hit my head, I grabbed the handle and slammed the metal door shut. But not before biting on the garage door closer, sealing the place shut.

There I stayed for several hours, cramped, balled up, and unmoving, unwilling to come out for any reason. When I presume dawn had happened, the others, as they have confirmed recently, were up and at 'em wondering where I went. None were specifically worried about me, but they did have slight concerns. I felt moderately safe, as nothing was threatening me, and the novelty of finally seeing something void of this power around us merely startled me. Thinking back on it, I overreacted. I was nearer the flying chopper than the others, and awake. My new, sensitive ears picked up things more easily than my average, old ones ever did. That tiny beam of light though the ceiling by the crack in the door where the handle is allowed in the tiniest beam of light, more than enough to allow my much more improved vision to register the sparse contents of the basement, namely, me.

That would imply the garage door was open, and it was daylight. I heard the others calling for me, but did not respond. I hadn't thought to do so since the chopper startling had still taken the words from my mouth. When I came out, no one was there. I entered the den where Monica greeted me.

"Oh, there you are, Alex. We've been looking for you all morning. Whatever did you leave us for?"
"I had a strange nightmare last night. Not so much a nightmare as a dream. When I woke from it, a weird hovering craft which was humming a hum I hadn't heard before was seen over this house. No one else was awake, but I was curious and wanted to take a closer look. I saw a label on it, but couldn't make it out. When I became aware of that label, my mind couldn't register it, as a startling feeling overtook me. That power all around us was nowhere in the atmosphere around it, but it still had the combustion that machines usually run on. I hadn't seen a space completely void of this energy since the twenty fifth of May, and I was shocked by it."

I did not tell him about the basement. Sweet Stuff came in next as she heard the talking, and knew it was us, especially me. And so did Val.

Val told them both he could sense a great sense of relief in me as if something terrifying had been lifted. I told them the same thing. When the others came in, I was treated with skepticism by all except Anthony and Will, the former of which told me he felt something most uneasy.

"I woke Will next to me to tell him there was an odd sensation about us, and I needed to inform or confide in you. He believed me and nodded his head in agreement something was off, but nothing he felt. I was slightly afraid when your room was vacant. When we came outside, that weird red hovering light was buzzing away as it zoomed off in one direction and vanished into the distance."

"Anthony stated that hovering craft was making him queasy, that it didn't have this mystery energy on or around it, but I told him I don't feel anything, even though it is mysterious. I had no uneasy feeling from it. Of course, only you two can detect this power what with that thing on your heads. " He then stomped on the floor three times and winked at me.

The others all caught that. Needless to say, I wasn't impressed. This graverobber and body snatcher was scaring the hell out of me earlier this week, and I still didn't entirely trust him. I like having him around, but I won't ever be found alone with him like I have been with Sweets, Val, Anthony, Angela, Monica, Sherman, Samantha, Vinnie, Pickering and the Pekingese. The other ten are alright with me, and I want to be alright with Will, but if he keeps winking at me like that, I'll be less and less inclined to trust him. And simultaneously stomping the floor three times isn't improving matters.

8:00 PM.

It's late. I'll be getting to bed soon. The whole day was spent indoors except to use the funnel and pit. I hated being confined into the house like this, but going out exposed isn't exactly a healthy thing to do. I admit I liked my coat and thought it the softest and smoothest one I ever felt. I took a look at myself, a task so easy now that my neck is long and flexible as a swan's. My coatless body wasn't all to bad to look at, but I think it's more attractive when I've got one.

Using the funnel was something I needed to do the moment the conversation ended, and while I could strap it on myself just fine, I couldn't do it as well in a hurry. Monica had no problem helping me get it on, and it was done faster that way than if I had to do it myself. I had been holding it for the whole final half hour I had been down there. I swear someday I'll start to wean myself off of this funnel and dispose of my waste the way I did it before. Though I imagine I will still have to do it wherever I need to for good. He respectfully looked away as I aimed for the pit again.

After the noontime was spent, I came into the kitchen and struck a match over the stove. When it combusted after I turned the knob, I trod over to the freezer where I pulled out some of the last of the eggs. Soon it'll be over. No more eggs unless we find any animal life and especially birds. I hope they have just been hiding from us and haven't gone anywhere. As I drew the water, I took a seat and waited for it to boil. We need to boil these eggs before we run out of gasoline.

Being cooped up here wasn't fun, even by own admission, but it was jolly when the perpetrator stepped in. I couldn't be angry at Vinnie. When this lady stepped in, she had a vase full to the rim with dandelion heads. And some leaves. I took a look at her and raised a brow.

"I read up on dandelions." She claimed. "They have a multitude of benefits beyond calories, iron, calcium and antioxidants. They also assist the body in producing keratin. I picked these up at the same park where you burnt your coat clean off."

"Have you had any?"

"Yes. And they are delicious." She took one and dropped it straight down her hatch.

I winced. "Doesn't that make your throat scratchy?"

She smiled. "No. I eat scrap metal everyday. I think I can swallow whole plant parts without worry of the bristles and thorns."

*Clink* Onto the table the vase was placed. She then ran her fingers through my hair. My scalp hasn't been washed in a week. I better remedy that.

When I was done eating, I came into the den to find Val playing with the dog, who looked very tired. Her eyes were droopy unlike when I met her first. They lit up when caught on me, but the lids closed soon after. She's alone with Val, so it's not surprising. He could detect my presence with his back turned. "Hey, Alex. How's life?"

A rhetorical question. We're all in the same boat. "Fine, considering. The others?"

"Sweets has taken a liking to the Hadleys. I can taste it. Whenever she looks at them, her heart and eyelids aflutter. It's nothing serious. She told me about her soon to be husband and that she'll never get over it, only miss him less over time. She showed me his picture."

"He's quite the charmer from the photographs if I do say so myself, ain't he?"

"He sure is. I wish he were here so I could feed off of that great affection. Speaking of lack of which, you seem bitter towards Will."

"He showed us something disturbing on the second day of our return." I shuddered.

He blinked and tilted his head. "What was it?" He was intrigued.

Then Sweets stepped in. "Yes, what was it?"

"Were you listening?"

"YES!"

I decided now's as good a time as ever. "Days ago, before we met you and the beetle, he disappeared into the evening without notice. When he turned up, human corpses from the mortuary were loaded onto the cart. When he split open the skulls, the otherwise normal, freshly embalmed bodies were revealed to have charred brains. It was almost like they were in the electric chair, but the scalps showed no sign of being cooked."

She glared at me and said: "I don't believe you"

I then showed her the film. She turned white when she saw him crack the skulls and zoomed in on the interiors. "MY, oh my."

She switched off the taping and left the room quite quickly. When I followed her into her now shared bedroom, she was crying. Or rather she only had a single tear running down her right cheek. When I asked, she asked if I thought that may have happened to her Herbert or Harry. I told her we haven't found piles of corpses laying around, so we've no reason to suspect that happened to them. I expect they vanished and will turn up later in time like we did. Then she threw her forelimbs about my spindle neck and pulled me to her. I was taken aback, but returned the favor after I recovered.

Well, I guess it's time for bed. Alex Chance Torrez, signing off. (even though I'm writing this on paper with my mouth)

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