Chaos Inside A Pen

“So this too shall end huh?” She whispers to the wind as she clutches tightly the ebony dress that wraps around her body. Of course, all of it is too goddamn good to be true after all. Perhaps like any fairy tale, the ending is always up there waiting for the princess on the last page of her story. The only difference however with her is that it is already decided by heaven that her tale will end in a pitiful tragedy. The landscape of tombstone brimming with perfume from wilting flowers and burn out scented candles seems to be a fitting foreshadow on what is about to come once Jessica reached the last chapter; that is if she still wearing the black dress after she loses her mind. She descends from her throne and decided to ponder for a while into the heart of the graveyard. As expected, her dead servants follow her and within a minute the once empty garden of corpses are now full-packed with walking yet not breathing people of their town; roaming mindlessly above the s...

Jessica lost count of how many are now part of her royal undead servants. From the looks of it, it’s already reached hundreds and perhaps most of the people in her community are now among the decaying cohorts behind her. She saw many familiar faces and even break a tender yet sinister laughter as she can now do anything on them especially those who disrespect in the past due to her disfigured face. With a sadistic gusto, she tramples on the bodies of men who insulted her during her teenage years. Those girls who didn’t accept her as part of their supposed “elite” circle, she slapped them one by one as hard as she can until their heads fall off from their shoulders. The annoying vendor in the market who never misses the day of making contemptible jokes about her face, she kicks it right into his groin until it can’t even stand anymore. And when she finally found the walking corpse of Manang  Tessie, the glee on her face has gone extreme. She picks up the nearest...

“Hey miss, mind if we tag along?” The lady in black stare at the group of a bystander with disgust. These dogs are blatantly hitting on her the way they smother her body from head to toe with their twinkling eyes. “Come one. We don’t mean harm. Actually, we are going to protect you from maniacs on your way.” The man in open button polo pulls his pants up a notch as he winks to the lady. “Why don’t you just die.” The lady in black utter with a venomous look at them. But the bystander like it more when they found out that their prey fights back; the game would be more thrilling for them. Yet before they start their lust-fueled plan, one of them starts to scream out of nowhere. When all eyes turn towards him, everyone grew pale and starts to scramble away; pissing their paints in the process. What they witness is the raw vision of death; of flesh disintegrating while it is still alive. Entrails sloshing into a liquid the poured hapless on the ground while leavin...