Weekly Serial Book 8 Chapter 5: Diary of a Man

June 7 Forgive me for these short entrees. I just don’t have the strength to write much anymore.We made it to the Tree today. We were right, it is alive. How, I don’t understand. Eveline has fallen into an exhausted sleep and so soon shall I. June 8 Eveline died today. I felt Life cease…

Weekly Serial Book 8 Chapter 4: Diary of a Man

June 2 I awoke to a scratching sound. A sound? A sound! A sound means life, doesn’t it? It took me awhile to figure out that the scratching came from behind me. I spoke and remembered how weird my own voice sounded in that gray dawn, “H-H-Hello.” Like an echo, it came back. The same…

Weekly Serial Book 8 Chapter 3: Diary of a Man

May 31 I have done nothing for the past few days but lie here and weep. The tears I have shed on this hill shall be my last, there are no more to cry. I only feel a nauseating feeling deep down inside. How long must I suffer? I am begin­ning to realize that those…

Weekly Serial Book 8 Chapter 2: Diary of a Man

May 26 Began crawling as soon as I awoke this morning. It’s the easiest way to forget about how still everything is. I crawled a few more precious hundred yards. At least I’m making some progress. I hope the berries I’m eating and the streams I’ve been drinking from aren’t contaminated. It really doesn’t matter…

Weekly Serial Book 8 Chapter 1: Diary of a Man

Below, in a dark expanse of treeless land void of all life, stands a lone pine. Its needles are dying and begin to cover the two forms below it with a soft, brown carpet. The humans lie with their backs against the pine’s trunk, their hands clasped firmly even in death. In her other hand,…