Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Musical Fiction - by Anna

For my writing class, I recently wrote a story based loosely on the song of my choice. I actually chose two songs: I Love You, and I Love Brains by ALL CAPS. I mean, really, they just go together. Here is the story I wrote:

Once upon a time there was a boy and a car. One fair evening he was driving along and a girl appeared in the car. When he saw her, he screamed; he had never seen a girl before. Then his favorite song came on the radio, but she started singing along before he did, and that is how he knew he loved her. As they were driving along they saw a zombie in the road. The girl clambered out her window and pranced up to the zombie.

“Oh man, I hate freakin' zombies!” cursed the boy, as he opened his car door and ran in the opposite direction.

When he realized she was not following, he turned back, but another zombie tackled him to the ground. It was alright, though, because the girl had a shotgun and fought off the zombies single-handedly while the boy received only minor injuries from the encounter.

“It bit your arm!” cried the girl.

“It's only a minor injury,” said the boy, waving it off casually.

As they skipped off into the sunset hand-in-hand, the infection from the minor injury spread slowly up the boy's body. When the girl felt his hand begin to erode in hers, she turned to the boy and saw him foaming at the mouth. This was very upsetting, so she did what we all know any sensible teenage girl would do when the love of her last ten minutes ends up a supernatural being: she asked him to bite her.

The girl, a once healthy and happy apparition, was now rotting from the inside out. She would have eaten the boy's brains right then and there, but his zombie transformation was complete, so she trotted off, losing a middle toe to a fallen branch on the way, to the local Applebee's. There, she found that although shoes and shirt were required for service, middle toes and general aspects of being alive were not. Chomping, munching, slurping, the zombie ate her waiter’s brains.

When the ghoulish boy, dead and yet alive, watched the girl trot off toward Applebee's, he felt no impulse to follow; he was hungry, and she was not food. Zombies cannot just eat other zombies, that would be cannibalism, and then you would have a plague of Mad Zombie Disease. Imagine, a pack of rotting corpses wandering around, spreading an incurable sickness!

So, just as suddenly as the girl had appeared, she disappeared. The boy, wondering why this did not seem to bother him, searched around the area for an answer, because we all know you can find the answer if you just look in the right places. There, on the ground about ten feet away from him, was his heart which had fallen out of his sickeningly dead chest. He carelessly tossed it over his shoulder; he would not be needing that anymore! So he set off following the wind, in search of a human brain to feast upon. Feet dragging, arm twitching, the zombie boy vaguely tried to remember what it was like to have feelings.

1 comment:

  1. AWESOME! Mine is so much more depressing and less... entertaining or playful.