Writing Prompt

It wore the name of love, so sweet, so fair,

But clung like smoke, like poison in the air.

You said you needed me — a lovely phrase —

Yet caged my soul inside your haunted gaze.

You whispered dreams, and I believed the lie,

While shadows flickered deep behind your eye.

It wasn’t love that wrapped around my skin,

But chains of want, demanding what’s within.

You called it fate, you said we’re mean...

I trembled as I see the picture of me on the wanted list, I knew why It was there, I have a infinite supply of precious oreos. Food is the most valuable item in the apocalypse, every day an average of approximately ten million peoples dies from starvation according to an expert in my refuge. I am ignorant of who spoiled the information of me having infinite oreos, but I acknowledged that some band...

I love desserts. From Reese’s cups to KitKats, I love them. For Christmas, I wished for infinite desserts. I woke up grinning and jumped out of bed excitedly. So when I saw a door with a sign saying “INFINITE OREOS”, I just couldn’t resist. It was right by my bed. So I’ve been snacking ever since. One day, I saw a newspaper article in the mailbox. “Oreo Bandits” was the title. The Oreo bandits are...

This is it. This is the end for me. Goodbye to everyone I never loved. You see, they are after me. Who? You may ask, only the nightshade gang. Why would they be after me? Because as a kid I participated in a game show where I proceeded to win a lifetime supply of Oreos. Only to find out just how accurate that would be. Even after this war against the dead started I have been receiving them. Not kn...

Shit...they are after me again. They want to destroy my precious supply of Oreos. No, not take them. They are the Twinkie Lords, and have decided that their yellow sponge cake will be the currency of this new world.

Fools. I don’t want to use Oreos as currency, I want to eat them. They are mine, I won the fair and square, all those years ago. Before everything went wrong...

Not enough time...

I could see the van heading towards me. It’s music tinkling amidst the eerily silent street. I knew what this meant, we all did. Especially The Unwanted.

The two men climbed out, boxes piled in their arms. Their navy jumpsuits still on brand with the company colours we all used to know and love. I ushered them inside, not that it would do much good. All Hell breaks loose when the Oreos arrive.

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