Patient Zero by Tananarive Due. September 19 The picture came!
Veronica tapped on my glass and woke me up, and she held it up for me to see. It’s autographed and everything! For you, Veronica mouthed at me, and she smiled a really big smile. The autograph says, TO JAY—I’LL THROW A TOUCHDOWN FOR YOU. Don’t they know Dan Marino is the greatest quarterback of all time? After Veronica gave me my picture of Marino, I asked her if she could get somebody to fix my TV so I can see the football games. This notebook is from Ms. Oh, I should say I’m ten today. Those are my thoughts. September 20 I had a question today. I thought Ms. The people here always seems to be waiting, and I don’t know what for. October 5 The lights in my room started going on and off again today, and it got so hot I had to leave my shirt off until I went to bed.
01. H.
Keep a Diary. Day 1 I'm trapped.
I don't know where I am, I just woke up here. I don't think there is any way out. I haven't explored this place fully, because it seems to be never-ending. The walls are white and freezing to the touch, but not the air. Day 2 I don't even know what day I woke up in. Day 3 They left more boxes for me, more supplies. Day 4 Stayed up all night. Day 5 SO FUCKING COLD. 24 degrees, no new boxes. Day 6 Woke up to many boxes. 12 is enough to make me feel sane again. Day 7 New boxes. Day 8 Woke to almost 50 boxes! Day 9 King was not pleased. Day 11 Sorry for the absence of an update yesterday. Day 12 I found another person named Jamie. Day 13 We built the house and made another one, which was much easier. Sister’s Sinister Shower. She was beautiful.
She had a great face, great body, and her hair, goodness gracious, her hair! It was so silky, long, and so absolutely perfect. The entire school knew this. She knew it. The Expressionless. In June 1972, a woman appeared in Cedar Senai hospital in nothing but a white, blood-covered gown.
Now this, in itself, should not be too surprising as people often have accidents nearby and come to the nearest hospital for medical attention, but there were two things that caused people who saw her to vomit and flee in terror. The first being that she wasn't exactly human. THE MAN WHO LOVED FLOWERS. On an early evening in May of 1963, a young man with his hand in his pocket walked briskly up New York's Third Avenue.
The air was soft and beautiful, the sky was darkening by slow degrees from blue to the calm and lovely violet of dusk. There are people who love the city, and this was one of the nights that made them love it. Everyone standing in the doorways of the delicatessens and dry-cleaning shops and restaurants seemed to be smiling. An old lady pushing two bags of groceries in an old baby pram grinned at the young man and hailed him: 'Hey, beautiful! ' The young man gave her a half-smile and raised his hand in a wave. Sandkings. Snow, Glass, Apples. Snow, Glass, Apples appears as a benefit book published by Dreamhaven for the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund.
Proceeds from this book go to CBLDF. The CBLDF is a non-profit charitable tax-exempt protects first amendment rights for comic book creators retailers, artists, publishers, whose works has been censored. This story is posted to The Dreaming by permission. Please do not duplicate/copy/distribute this story without permission from Neil or the CBLDF Here are some contacts to send donations to, or acquire more information from the CBLDF: Phone: 1 800 99 CBLDF FAX: 413-582-9046 Box 693 Northhampton, Mas. 01061 Copyright (c) 1994 Neil Gaiman I do not know what manner of thing she is.
They call me wise, but I am far from wise, for all that I foresaw fragments of it, frozen moments caught in pools of water or in the cold glass of my mirror.