Alex Speak · Artwork · Dreams · Weird-Crazy-Perhaps Scary

‘Til Death Do Us Part?

I am a liar.

So I agreed to the statement of ‘Death do us part’ at the altar.

But you see my dear, that was all a lie.

I wanted to spend an eternity with you my dear Ivory.

I knew that from the moment our eyes met.

Your ivy green eyes looking into my hazelnut eyes.

Moments felt like centuries standing there in that grocery store.

I was so lucky to find that you were recently hired in to work in the same building I work in.

Building, design, construction, and Architecture.

It only took two weeks for us to decide that we were a couple.

We had endless nights of deeply passionate lovemaking…. I just couldn’t get enough of her silky smooth skin, auburn colored hair, and those ivy green eyes.

We did it all. Movies, romantic dinners, coffee with breakfast before work, shopping (even though I hated it, we still had good times), road trips, and of course hours upon hours of passionate kissing and lovemaking.

You chose me. To this day I’m not sure why. I’m just that average tall and thin privileged white male in a first world society. Dark hair, brown eyes, and just an average joe appearance I guess.

Anyway, 4 months later, we decided to get engaged. One year after that, we were finally married. It was our special day. A wedding by the gazebos in front of our favorite park, clear blue sky, jade green grass, and the peaceful sound of birds chirping. Our families, friends, and co-workers were happy. We were happy.

Were, being the word.

I never thought that a disease like this could ever exist.

A disease you’d only see in a zombie flick or some shit like that. The first thing that came to my mind was some sort of kockamame government experiment gone wrong.

Or perhaps a parasite lying dormant in the darkness that finally found a way out.

I wish my guess was wrong, but it wasn’t.

It got us tonight.

It got everyone.

Everything just happened so fast.

As we pulled up to our driveway earlier this evening, we noticed something moving in our bushes towards the edge of the fence.

I couldn’t tell if it was a dog or what. All I could see was blood on the grass and bits and pieces of what looked to be clothes or skin.

We were both shaken up by the broadcasts on the radio that urged us to get inside.

I assured Ivy that it was ok and to stay in the car.

She refused to do so and followed right behind me as I pulled a crowbar and heavy-duty flashlight, amongst of my many tools from the back seat.

We slowly approached the bush only to find nothing there, when a massive shriek that sounded like a cat came from behind us and saw a very vile humanoid looking creature pull my wife to the ground.

I whipped myself around, ripped the creature’s teeth from Ivory’s arm and smashed its face in with the crowbar.

I couldn’t really see what the creature was until I got closer to it. It looked like a partially shaved cat of some sort in the form of a human. What I mean by that is, it was like as if it was an undead being, but with some cat-like features like cat-like teeth and claws. It smelled like a decaying piece of roadkill too. I really can’t explain it myself.

My mind snapped back towards Ivory and pulled her up from the ground. She was screaming in pain as the teeth marks on her arm started to pour out blood. I ran back inside with her and carried her into the bathroom. I put her in the tub and pulled out the first aid kit.

She cried and held her arm in pain, but managed to speak clearly with me despite the pain.

I began to clean the wound and bandage her up. As I was doing it a grim look had grown upon her face. The blood soaked through the bandages no matter how many times I layered them. The color had drained from her face and hands and her veins became visible.

All she simply said was, ‘I love you’.

I told her not to say that and that she would make it.

She gently cupped my face with her hands as I anxiously tried to get the bleeding to stop.

She told me it was ok, but I refused to listen. She told me I knew what to do, but I denied the inevitable.

As 10 minutes go by, my once lively and lovely Ivory lost the will to fight.

I paced around the beige colored bathroom panicking about what to do.

Don’t ask me how, but for some reason I somehow knew she would come back as one of those things and as soon as she would, we would both be dead.

I didn’t want to die, not yet.

But, I wanted to continue our vows beyond the world of the living.

It is too soon for both of us to die like this.

I took a cheap razor from the drawer below the sink and hastily slit both of my wrists open. I ripped off some of the bandages and covered my arms in her precious blood.

I even started to physically lick her wounds and consume her blood and… and it was just so… good.

I carried her lifeless body into the bedroom and placed her gently on the bed.

I swear to God I’m not a necrophiliac or a crazy person, but I had an idea.

I somehow thought that if I could experience that kind of love one more time, then maybe God or some sort of supernatural force would bring her back.

Praying to god, kissing her all over; hoping that it could manifest some magic, sweetly talking to her in her ear, then finally out of frustration, shaking her didn’t do a single thing.

I ripped more the bandages off in frustration and screamed as I was on top of her precious body.

Then I started to feel ‘off’…

It was like as if I wasn’t me anymore and that something else was taking over.

My chest began to tighten up and I felt everything spinning around me.

I began to slowly lose feeling in my arms and legs. I had realized I was starting to fade away into the abyss called death.

A massive smile started to grow on my face that stretched ear to ear. I couldn’t help myself, but I laughed. Laughed, laughed, laughed and laughed. Lau-hed.

Everything went f-fuzzy as I got off of Ivory and sat beside her. I saw her I-I-I-Ivy gggreen e-eyes open and she slowly saat right bbbbbak upp.

Everything is n-now start-ing t-t-o ggggo black.

N-now I knnerow th-that I-I-I’m commming back.

B-ack to my I-ry.

I -ov uuuuu…

-Alex

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Alex Speak · Artwork · Randomness · Weird-Crazy-Perhaps Scary

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It’s impossible.

I can’t get it together.

I’m forever doomed.

Forever doomed by the thing.

It’s just that one thing.

It makes my skin squirm and crawl.

Maggots are my skin.

Fuck this place, fuck all of this.

Get out of my head!

I’m completely corroded.

There’s no turning back.

I have no flesh nor soul left.

This is not my blood.

Grinding my teeth hurts as hell.

Nervous flint rubbing.

The room never stops spinning.

It’s now grey and black.

I no longer have feelings.

I’m dead now my dear.

They cannot hurt me at all.

But, they can hurt you.

The thought of that makes me smile.

 I am not sorry.

I feel no pity for you.

All I want is pain.

Blood, gore, and all of the works.

Doesn’t that sound nice?

I must observe suffering.

There is no cure dear.

I died a long time ago.

The disease took me.

The plague set me free! God yes!

All black in nature.

Gold and grime within the core.

This will be your fate.

I now suggest that you run.

I’ll be watching you.

I’ll be staying here until the end.

Let the games begin.

Let my madness.

Please let my soul expire.

I’m ready for this.

-Alex

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Alex Speak · Randomness · Weird-Crazy-Perhaps Scary

Help me

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I’m writing this out for anyone who is out there.

Anybody who might be able to save me and my family from this disaster.

How could 12 hours lead to such a horrible nightmare such as this.

I’ll go back to the beginning so it will make more sense to why I’m writing this.

Previously the night before I set my alarm for 6 am on my phone, relaxed in bed and watched TV, then went to sleep.

It was all news forecasts so there was really nothing to watch.

I woke up this morning to not my alarm, but to an amber alert siren on my phone and TV.

I jolted awake to see that it was 5 past 7:30 and that I was going to be late.

My phone was flooded with texts and phone calls which I didn’t bother to look at.

I had a quick shower, got dressed, grabbed a piece of toast and tried to walk out the door…

But, before I did that I looked at the large thick glass window sitting above the sofa in the livingroom.

I could barely see what was out there. 

It looked all fogged up. 

But what I could see were several hand prints drenched in blood.

There were dozens of people pressing against the glass.

This made no sense to me at all what so ever. 

I luckily invested in high-class security features for my home so I could protect my wife and daughter.

Thick glass windows, trigger set alarms, timers, outdoor cameras, gates, you name it.

My beautiful wife and daughter mean the world to me.

But now it seemed none of that mattered anymore as I watched my life shatter into bits.

I was startled from a phone call from my boss.

I picked up immediately to see what was going on. 

He just sounded so mad, like a wild animal.

He told me not to go into work and to stay inside. 

There was so much background noise so I couldn’t hear a god damn thing.

Then towards the end of the call I heard faint screams and gun shots.

I started to panic, not knowing what to do, I went downstairs into my basement to get a good idea of what was going on around my home.

There were people scattered all over the place. 

Some of them seemed to be mutilated, walking in circles, or running.

I tried desperately to get a hold of my wife and daughter.

My wife was a school teacher at the same high school my daughter went to.

I only got busy signals.

I just wasn’t sure what to think at this point… I was losing all hope.

I jumped into my bedroom and watched the news forecasts that I deliberately ignored last evening.

It was horrifying.

Dead bodies, blood, carnage, scientists in masks, talk of viruses, police cars, helicopters, police officers and dogs….

It was like watching a monster movie coming to life. 

I started to hear more banging on the windows, and they started to get louder and louder.

I could hear the screams too. 

I held my hands over my ears so tightly to where I could only hear the rapid beating of my own heart.

Are they dead or are they alive?

Are they even human, zombies?

I could hear a cracking noise on one of the windows.

Thankfully for me being so tech savy and having my own engineering degree, I put emergency slats into the window sills in case if at any point the windows were to break.

I pulled them up on all the windows.

They are made from pure steel, which made me feel more relieved for the banging was muted out. 

However, I was now alone in the dark.

I also thankfully had a stock of emergency supplies that would keep me good for a while.

But I don’t know how long I can last down here.

I don’t know if or when those fuckers might break something down to get to me.

I’ve been trying so desperately to get a hold of my dear family, but I can’t.

It is now about 7:35 pm and the power has gone out.

I have backup generators, but they are still getting warmed up.

I am fed up with being cooped up in here, even if its just for a short period of time.

At the crack of dawn tomorrow I am going to run out as fast as I can to see if my daughter and wife are ok.

I will gather as many supplies that I need and book it.

I write this down now in case if anyone sees this.

I might be dead by the time someone sees this, but I don’t know that for sure.

I’ve had a few friends text me on and off, and we’ve all got a plan.

Time is short.

I am going to rest and take off.

It is now 4:59 am and I am ready to take this beast on.

I think something is trying to break down the door.

Hopefully its the police.

Wish me luck.

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Alex Speak · Artwork · Randomness · Weird-Crazy-Perhaps Scary · Writing and Poetry

March to Hell

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Join us…

Won’t you join us?

Join the March of the undead.

I slowly watch the pack where they gloat their glory.

Thousands are dead, millions are gone, hundreds are missing, dozens are lost, but one thing remains……

Hell.

One place, one time, one state of mind, one and only one…

Since I have tumbled into the black abyss, I can now say for sure that it is nothing like what you see in the books of history and time.

The dead do indeed walk this earth everyday. 

Rotten, decaying, revolting, appalling, infested, fly ridden, infected, sloshing, seeping…

A virus without a cure. An infection that can no longer be contained. A hope that is sure to be lost.

I lost mine the moment I looked into those lifeless eyes before I fell into the fire.14524_1_other_wallpapers_zombies

Empty sockets, grey skin, discolored teeth, tattered and ripped clothing, flesh and bits of bone missing.

This has become my daily norm.

They only feed off the living when the living come to their domain.

Since I got here, I knew I was next.

There’s nothing that can be said or done to fix that.

Fate is no longer in the palm of my own hands.

There is no fate, hope, faith, love, or joy.

There is nothing made of light in the null void we call hell.

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He is the one that stands behind me with the empty eye sockets.

I can not defy him for it mean I would be part of the undead. 

Now after thousands of years, I’m not sure if it would be better for me to stay as the Devil’s apprentice or to be part of the March of the undead.

It makes absolutely no difference to me.

I’ll never know what it’s like to be dead…

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Alex Speak · Positivty and Funnies · Randomness · Weird-Crazy-Perhaps Scary

General Ode to Milk

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Good god I can’t live with myself.

I eat soup by day and indulge in milk by night.

My god its like a drug!

Not the soup, the milk.

I can go on and speak of the variety of soup I’ve had during my life time.

Chicken Noodle, Minestrone, Chowder, Vegetable, Beef, Lentil, Cream of whatever, so on..

But if there is one thing I can’t live without its…

No not money, its useless- I could burn it.

No not fame, I could care less about the world and others, I’m aloof.

No not power, … power over what? I’M DEAD! Can’t you see that?

No… none of that.

Just. Fresh. Ice. Cold. MILK!!!!!

It’s like psychedelic euphoria all in a carton for one.

The end to all worries starting with a sip.

A satisfying sensation that only makes you beg for more.

Ah… yes. Milk.

I don’t take any of that bullshit soy, almond, coconut, or whatever chemicals they use these days for milk.

Hell no! There’s no point in putting a label on liquid gold!

1%, 2%, whole, half & half, lactaid… whatever.

I like it fresh, straight from the sources.

It rejuvenates what is left of my mouth, face, and jaw.

I have no more feeling in my face, skin, jaw, eyes, or nose.

What is a corpse who will forever walk the earth with the rest of the undead to do?

Their all mindless zombies… NO! It’s not a stereotype. I’m not one of them.

I have class. I come from a rich culture. I prefer tasks of what I used to take on when I was once among the living.

Instead of gnawing on human remains using their sticky bones for toothpicks, I eat my daily soup and indulge in MILK!

I watch as my friends decay and fall apart slowly. But, here’s the thing, I haven’t!

My whole face region was damaged this way before I went to the otherside of humanity.

But, ever since I had gained this need to indulge this liquid beauty has seemed to make it stop.

You know what though? Even if it didn’t, I wouldn’t give a damn. It tastes ever so decadent and I just don’t fucking care anymore!

Now, if you excuse me, I myself and my late night companion have some catching up to do..


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