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HBO gave us more than the game did. But for me it still isn't enough! Stories Untold is a fanfiction about these two g...

My first fanfiction of these two men is finally online and ready to be read! Many more stories about them will come in the future!

What is it about? HBO gave us an amazing show, a great pairing, but it isn’t enough. I want more with Bill and Frank. I wanted to know their morning after. I want to know how Frank explores the town, the boutique and many things.

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(As we fall) Short Stories - Chapter 1: Debra Thomson (on Wattpad)

I’m currently writing my first novel, As we fall! But I’m also writing short stories of characters mentioned in the book or just a scenario that isn’t mentioned. I want to spark people’s interest by opening the door just a little to give them a peak of what they could expect once my novel is done. As we fall is a pre to mid zombie apocalypse story. They have set up a special program for women who have a difficult time to get pregnant. Everything seems to be fine. There are rarely any health issues during their pregnancy. Once the baby is born, all looks well until a few hours after they took their first breath. As oxygen hits the baby’s lungs, a chemical reaction ignites, and the baby becomes a ticking time bomb. The baby becomes ill, the baby cries out of pain and vomits up blood. The virus is attacking the body and causing internal bleedings and the baby dies. Patient Zero’s don’t have a reanimation phase, they are meant to infect. Are you ready for what’s to come?

(As we fall) Short Stories - Chapter 1: Debra Thomson (on Wattpad)

I'm currently writing my first novel, As we fall! But I'm also writing short stories of characters mentioned in the book or just a scenario that isn't mentioned. I want to spark people's interest by opening the door just a little to give them a peak of what they could expect once my novel is done. As we fall is a pre to mid zombie apocalypse story. They have set up a special program for women who have a difficult time to get pregnant. Everything seems to be fine. There are rarely any health issues during their pregnancy. Once the baby is born, all looks well until a few hours after they took their first breath. As oxygen hits the baby's lungs, a chemical reaction ignites, and the baby becomes a ticking time bomb. The baby becomes ill, the baby cries out of pain and vomits up blood. The virus is attacking the body and causing internal bleedings and the baby dies. Patient Zero's don't have a reanimation phase, they are meant to infect. Are you ready for what's to come?

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Ghost on the train (Writing Prompt)

Henry held on to his backpack as an enormous cloud of people stormed out of the train and got pushed aside multiple times. “Dammit,” he muttered as someone almost crashed him on the floor. “Watch where you’re going!” Even though he shouted, no one responded.

Once everyone who wanted to leave the train had left, it was Henry’s turn to enter, squirming between the pushing folk who tried to do the same. Henry rushed and ducked between all the people, claiming his single seat, and sighed in relief. Henry finally released the grip on his backpack and unzipped it, pulling out his book. He looked where the marker was and realized that he had only around 30 pages to go before till the end of his book and he didn’t bring a new one. “This is going to be a long ride,” he sighed to himself. He had forgotten to bring a new book for this two-hour ride, which wasn’t like him to forget a new book.

He settled properly and opened his book, reading. Henry could forget everything around him once he focused on something, and reading was his favorite activity. The first hour hadn’t even passed when he finished his book and, for a moment, he sulked while staring at the cover. Henry put the book back in his backpack and pulled his phone out of his fake leather black jacket. He opened HBO Max and checked what he wanted to watch. He ended up continuing with The Mentalist, as he didn’t want to look for too long.

First ten minutes in, Henry looked away from his screen and took a moment to look outside. The light from inside the train reflected in the window as it got dark. It was then that he noticed someone looking at him through the reflection and he glanced over his shoulder, not seeing anyone. It must be his imagination running away with him, Henry thought. Once he finished one episode of his show, Henry looked again and the same person was still staring at him. “Creepy,” he whispered, and his eyes looked back to his screen.

“What the fuck?” Henry looked at the battery percentage and saw it run from 55% down to 43% within a minute, then it reached 39%. Confused about what was going on, Henry opened his backpack again to get his power bank out and plugged it in. Back to 55%. Henry shook his phone up and down as if that was going to make a difference. When everything looked fine, he looked at the other side of the path to find no one sitting there. In fact, most passengers were gone by now.

His heart beat was rising a little, somehow nervous to look at the window again, but he felt silly for being afraid of a reflection and turned his head to that the person he saw earlier had moved a seat closer. Last time he checked, he was sitting at the window side. Now he moved to the side of the path. Still staring. “Will you stop it!” Henry said loudly. He turned around. No one was there.

Henry didn’t want to stay here any longer. He stood up and picked up his phone to make a call to his mom, but as he tried to light up the screen, the battery instantly died and the phone shut down. He snapped his head to the reflection and the man who had been staring at him rushed at him, long-fingered hands reaching out with a pale face, horrifying wide toothy smile with black eyes and white irises, pushing Henry back in his seat.

Unable to think clearly, Henry tried to get up but instead was held down by something. Arms sprang from the reflection and coiled around Henry’s. One hand pressed against Henry’s chest, keeping him in place while the other curled around his neck and gripped it hard, spider-like fingers squeezed his throat, making breathing impossible. Henry opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came from his throat. His heart racing like a terrified little mouse running from a cat and tried to claw himself free. All he did was claw at his own neck and chest. He couldn’t breathe, he wanted to breathe, call out for help, but neither was happening.

His body turned limb and sunk into his seat as the grip had vanished, but it was too late for Henry.

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