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Monday, November 30th, 2009 05:48 pm
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Child's essay for class for Thanksgiving.
...no, really. Just. Um. {} are my additions
What I Am Thankful For {by Child}
On thanksgiving I had said I was thankful for my loving mother. I was thankful for my three cousins {Niece, Niece Two, and Nephew}. But last I am thankful for my whole family and this glorious country of America.
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It was a cold Dec 7, 2012. In a post-apocalyptic world, dead bodies had lined the streets in black body bags. Cars were abandoned. I was in the middle of 100s of infected people with a bomb. But let me back up to when it all started. At midnight on January 1, 2012, a mass zombie outbreak had happened because a mutated meteor had hit the earth. The people in {unknown word} had died but kept walking to be {unknown word}
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Child: What do you think?
Me: So it's genetic, huh?
Child: *bemused*
He's gone to type and finish it.
So. Apparently, destroying the world in fiction is like, a gene or something. Or maybe it was too much Torchwood?
*bewildered*
ETA: Second draft is lingering lovingly on the details of the rotting corpses. I may never sleep again.
ETA 2: Holy God, he thinks he's writing a children's book.
...no, really. Just. Um. {} are my additions
What I Am Thankful For {by Child}
On thanksgiving I had said I was thankful for my loving mother. I was thankful for my three cousins {Niece, Niece Two, and Nephew}. But last I am thankful for my whole family and this glorious country of America.
It was a cold Dec 7, 2012. In a post-apocalyptic world, dead bodies had lined the streets in black body bags. Cars were abandoned. I was in the middle of 100s of infected people with a bomb. But let me back up to when it all started. At midnight on January 1, 2012, a mass zombie outbreak had happened because a mutated meteor had hit the earth. The people in {unknown word} had died but kept walking to be {unknown word}
****
Child: What do you think?
Me: So it's genetic, huh?
Child: *bemused*
He's gone to type and finish it.
So. Apparently, destroying the world in fiction is like, a gene or something. Or maybe it was too much Torchwood?
*bewildered*
ETA: Second draft is lingering lovingly on the details of the rotting corpses. I may never sleep again.
ETA 2: Holy God, he thinks he's writing a children's book.
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From:I think I will have to be content with the fact that it happened in your country, on the other side of the world. :D
Your child is truly epic. Let no one tell you otherwise.
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From:New generations, Jenn, new generations. :D
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From:Awesome.
Could he be the Gaiman of the pre-teen set?
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From:Yeah, I know. Mindboggling, but yours can't be the the only kid who likes apocafic.
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From:First apocafic, then you're only scant months away from finding him tirelessly editing together footage from Evil Dead 1-3 to the dulcet tones of the BeeGee's "Stayin' Alive".
At least he's dedicated a place to you in his post-zombie apocalyptic regime?
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