Challenge
Together, we can break the world record for longest book. When this challenge gets the necessary number of entries, it will expire and we will turn it into a book. Each entry will be its own chapter. Feel free to build from existing entries or write something radically different.
Monday, maybe 7:30 am
When I play my ukulele, they seem to quiet their screams and rest. Rest their blood-thirsty heads and stop eating to listen. I play several songs, old songs. The days of David Bowie and Abba. The best in my mind. I'm only 17 and I am already alone. My hands are calloused and sad looking. Playing is the only way for me to fall asleep. But it's risky. The zombie's are everywhere around my house. But I am safe in my attic. I have been in here for 7 weeks. My mom and dad are gone. So I just wait.