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It was a lovely day when the disease came in.  A third of the people within the town limits developed bursting pustules and bleeding sores.

We put them all into a building with three nurses who had shown early symptoms themselves.  But when they needed food and water, someone had to bring it to them.  When they needed to bury their dead, one of us had to dig a hole.  They were dying, but we still helped them.

Old John the undertaker began to blister and bleed after the fourth round of funerals.  The disease gained momentum again and claimed those who were only trying to help.

"We can't do it anymore!"

"Why die for the dying?"

"We must do something!"

We did what we had to do.  We rounded up anyone else who was getting sick and locked everyone in that building.  We lit a dozen torches and burned that horrid place to the ground until the dying were long dead.

We never built anything new on the scorched earth, but the streets were no longer running slick with blood and pus.
I wrote this in English class today and read it out loud to everyone.  Now they know my real writing style.

The exercise was to make a basic plot map for another story, in this case Kafka's The Metamorphosis, and then write a new 250 word story following that plot map.  I couldn't say no to something twisted, and felt like sharing.  I have another weird little story from class that I might publish later today.

ps - This Little Thing I Have Will Save Us All is still being worked on.  I'm getting there.


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your-first-boyfriend Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I love this omg

Beautifully written~ 
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laurotica Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2014   Writer
Thank you! :)
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SgtPossum Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2014
Heh, that class must love you. I didn't know they kept reading stories into university. My favorite part about high school English was when they'd make me write a short story and I could watch my teacher squirm.

Anyway, that was beautifully grotesque. Fave'd.
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laurotica Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2014   Writer
Thank you again! :) I'd like to think I woke everyone a little up the morning I read this.
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Meggie272 Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Ooh, wow. This is minimalism at its chilling best. 
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laurotica Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2014   Writer
Thank you very much :aww:
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Sleyf Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hi! :wave:
Congratulations, this has been chosen as a feature in our Weekly Round-up!
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Thanks for writing it and choosing to submit it to the group! :heart:
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laurotica Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2014   Writer
Thank you very much!! :D
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Sleyf Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
you're welcome!
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HadrianR Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2014
Villagers with torches--some things are eternal.  Excellent story.
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