[Fiction Practice] Not Gonna Play? [Maturity: +18]

“Your choices are going to affect how this game progresses.” Zombies clamored at the open gate, innocence splattered the white picket fence, and the almost-digital narrator impatiently continued. “This is the tutorial level so you have room to practice.” The angry farmer threw down the odd weapon. “This isn’t a game! This is real life! I’m going to bed.” Zombies charged mercilessly. They were overtaken. “That’s fine. You won’t make it for long. I’ll help.”

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[Fiction Practice] Make Your Choice [Maturity: +18]

The home guarded by white picket fence would never be the same after that evening. They were just settling down for the evening. The daughter was sound asleep and the wife was reading in bed. The husband walked the torn, fleshy remains of that evening’s chicken dinner to the compost. As he turned to lock up the front gate and put the dogs to bed, he heard fierce barks, followed by whimpers, then unworldly moans.

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