Rana_Quinn

"To death!" The old man declared. "To death!" The crowd echoed. The old man did not need an encouragement at all. He firmed his grip on the dagger then stabbed his chest without hesitation. The pounding stopped, there were silence. He pierced around the left side of his chest where the organ called heart is placed. And unlike the thousands of people before him, he succeeded on his first attempt. Some pierced their chest over and over again before succeeding. Princess Alyssa was proud of herself; she did not flinch. But it was more thanks to the old man, it was the most beautiful she ever saw. She tried to take note of the position of the dagger on his chest. One month from now, she would like hers to be as beautiful as this... ...welcome to the ceremony of the undead. People would call them the zombies. They hate that word, they are not savages. They prefer to be called the cured, cured from the plague called death.. This is the new era, the new earth, where the dead does not remain dead. *** Book illustration credits to the owner (proxi-mity, DeviantArt)

Do you have a deepest darkest secret? A random thought? Or just had a silly day? Post you story at confesstothevoid.com where your stories are told anonymously. The things you wont dare to post on Twitter, Instagram, or Facebook is safe in here where everybody can see, but no one will know. Real stories, just fake names. A collection of one-shot stories. *** Excerpt from Entry 3: "Oh! Dear! He was gorgeous." She described him with a glint in her greying eyes. "Yes, Dear. I could barely look at him in the eyes!" She giggled. "But then we got to know each other… Oh, indeed. We knew everything there is to know from a lover. But my parents never liked him. They were bad… very bad. I was sixteen and was pregnant with his child. Oh! How angry my parents were, it was a scandal to get pregnant unwed. They separated us. Never saw him again. The babe was given for adaption. I only heard it cry, not able to hug it once. Never knew if it was a he or a she. The biggest regret of my life. Never forgave my parents for it…" She paused for a moment. "…so young woman, once you find your love, never let it go." She concluded. "How will I know if I found my love?" I asked her. "Unfortunately, my dear, people find the love is true when its already gone." *** Disclaimer: Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Content Warning: This series contains disturbing themes such as sexual assault, murder, substance abuse, and suicide.