Unpolished Gems: A Concept Collection

Dear Diary,

Today is going to be the best day of my life! It's my twelfth birthday and Uncle Steve is taking me out shopping before we have supper at this really fancy restaurant! I can't wait! And with this new diary, I can record every moment of it. I wonder if I'll get more presents after we get home. I hope so! I overheard mom talking about having bought a laptop a few weeks ago, and I haven't seen it anywhere. I wonder what else they have hidden around the house. Tomorrow I'll have to search around, try and find the treasure! Uncle Steve's calling me down, mist be time to leave. I'll write again after the shopping.

Dear Diary,

Shopping was so much fun! I got this pretty green sundress and matching hat, and a cute little purse, just big enough to hold you. I'm going to be able to bring you everywhere now! Isn't that exciting? Now on to the restaurant. What do I want to eat? Mom says the steak is to die for, but she has weird tastes. Maybe I'll try their pasta, or the roast chicken.

Dear Diary,

I didn't mean to break that vase. I don't even know what I tripped on. And what was even in that vase? Monsters aren't supposed to exist! That thing that exploded out of the pottery shards, was it really a demon like it claimed? The envoy of insanity, or something like that. It called me its saviour, thanked me for picking up the vase and throwing it on the ground. It said that the world would fall apart, driven into madness, all thanks to me. Everyone assures me it wasn't my fault, that everything will be fine. But they're lying, I just know it. They blame me for all of it, they don't believe that I tripped. They hate me.

Dear Diary,

Mom and Uncle Steve had a big fight. She was accusing him of sleeping with all these different people. Uncle Steve threw the tv out the window then left, and mom is still crying in her room. I don't get it. What's happening? I've never seen ether of them so upset. Is mom right about the sleeping thing, or is it that madness thing from the restaurant.

Dear Diary,

It's been a few days since my birthday, and everything is falling apart. There's people running around in the street, screaming and destroying everything in sight. Uncle Steve's managed to keep them away from our house so far. I'm really glad he's here. Mom's refusing to be in the same room as me, always peering around a corner at me in fear. I'm so scared. I don't understand what's happening.

Dear Diary

It's been a week since I released that demon, and the city's gone to pieces. The state sent in the national guard to try and rescue the people that haven't been infected by the madness. They picked up me and Steve yesterday. I have no clue where mom is, she ran off screaming about claws and teeth. We're currently staying in this camp thing. It would be pretty cool if things weren't so scary. There's so many tents, and all of them are lined up perfectly. They interview us twice a day, to make sure we don't have any of the madness. There was a guy a few tents over who went crazy and started attacking people, making them go crazy too. I overheard a guard say that they were having trouble containing the outbreaks of crazies. I really hope mom's okay out there.

Dear Diary,

The crazies somehow got organized and mounted an attacked on the camp. Steve grabbed me and stole a truck, maybe minutes before our area was overrun by the things. I can't even call them humans anymore, they're so misshapen and destructive, ripping everything in their path apart in pursuit of more people to infect. It's going to haunt me forever, the screams and the pleading. Hopefully we'll be safe at Steve's cottage. He said its really remote, almost no one knows how to get there. I'm so tired.

Dear Diary,

Steve went out for a supply run yesterday and hasn't come back yet. I'm so worried, it's never taken him this long before. I can't even call him on the sat phone anymore, it's been unresponsive for weeks. The last time he was out there, the crazies were mostly dead, just lying on the ground, their mutilated bodies dissolving the cement. What if Steve got hurt? What if he got ambushed? I've got to go find him, make sure he'a okay.

Dear Diary,

They're everywhere, monsters of all shapes and sizes, walking around like they own the planet. Well, I guess they do now. They used humans as incubators, and took over where we left off. I'd say this was crazy if I wasn't living it. I'm hiding in a craft store, they don't seem to come around here ever, so it's really safe. There's a grocery store next door, with tons of canned food and water. I'm set for the next year, at least.

Dear Diary,

I'm so glad I set up those traps. A few of the monsters tried to get the jump on me, but I was able to escape. I was right, they are absolutely terrified of pots and vases. Maybe I can trap them, reverse all of this destruction. I'm heading back to the restaurant where I broke that vase, I want to try putting it back together. I have to make things right, for mom and Steve, and all the other poor people who lost their lives because of me.

Dear Diary,

It's been slow work heading back to the restaurant, there's monsters everywhere out looking for me. The flying ones are the biggest issue, but luckily there's lots of trees along this road. They seem to prefer traveling during the night, which is find with me. I just have to make a large circle of hidden clay pots and they don't even realize why they avoid where I'm sleeping. I should ready my city in a day or two, according to the map.

Dear Diary,

Is it even worth trying fix this mess? Maybe this what's supposed to happen, the next step in human progress. Maybe the monsters have all their original memories, and are happy. Maybe they just want me to be happy too.

Dear Diary,

I'm so scared. I don't remember writing that last entry. Am I starting to go crazy? Am I gonna turn into a monster soon? I gotta get to the restaurant and fix that vase. I don't want to die, I want to go home and watch Tv with mom and Steve, and eat pizza and play on my laptop. I want everything to be normal and happy and safe. Why did this have to happen to me?

Dear Diary,

They're not monsters, they're just improved humans! I can't wait until they convert me into my new form. I really hope I have fangs and wings. I want to help my brothers and sisters improve the rest of the silly people holding off on the upgrade. It's so much better once you're like them. You get stronger and faster, and so much cooler. I don't know why I wanted to get reverse the best thing to happen to the world. No more war, no more pain and suffering, no more loss.

Dear Diary,

I don't know where I am. It's so dark and cold. Did I get captured? Are they waiting to turn me into monster for some reason? Maybe they're gloating, or trying to find a way to neutralize the effects pots and vases have on them. But that doesn't explain where I am. The walls are smooth, almost like glass. It's so weird. I sometimes here voices coming from outside, and laughter. I have to get out of here, somehow.

Dear Diary,

I got released from this accursed prison. It's been so long, I forgot what fresh air felt like. I thanked the person who set me free by tossing the vase to the floor, and assured her I would stop the world from falling apart and drive out the madness. I quickly retreated to my hideout and got to work, weaponizing little clay pots. When you threw them at a monster, they would become a human again. They would then search out more monsters to attack and convert back to humans. It's the perfect plan.

Dear Diary,

I've done it, I've rid the world of monsters. I can go back to living my live the way I want it. And just in time for my thirteenth birthday. I can't wait to go out tomorrow with Steve and mom to the fancy restaurant.

Dear Diary,

I didn't mean to break that vase. I don't even know what I tripped on. And what was even in that vase? Humans aren't supposed to exist! That thing that exploded out of the pottery shards, was it really an angel like it claimed? The envoy of sanity, or something like that. It called me its saviour, thanked me for picking up the vase and throwing it on the ground. It said that the world would be put back together, driven into thoughtfulness, all thanks to me. Everyone assures me it wasn't my fault, that everything will be fine. But they're lying, I just know it. They blame me for all of it, they don't believe that I tripped. They hate me.

Dear Diary,

The sanies somehow got organized and mounted an attacked on the camp. Steve grabbed me and stole a truck, maybe minutes before our area was overrun by the things. I can't even call them monsters anymore, they're so normal and creative, fixing everything in their path apart in pursuit of more people to infect. It's going to haunt me forever, the screams and the pleading. Hopefully we'll be safe at Steve's cottage. He said its really remote, almost no one knows how to get there. I'm so tired.

Dear Diary,

They're everywhere, humans of all the same shape and size, walking around like they own the planet. Well, I guess they do now. They used monsters as incubators, and took over where we left off. I'd say this was crazy if I wasn't living it. I'm hiding in a butcher shop, they don't seem to come around here ever, so it's really safe. There's a landfill nearby, with tons of garbage and sewer water. I'm set for the next year, at least.

Dear Diary,

I got released from this accursed prison. It's been so long, I forgot what fresh air felt like. I thanked the person who set me free by tossing the vase to the floor, and assured her the world would fall apart and be driven mad. I quickly retreated to my hideout and got to work, weaponizing mutant humans. When they touched another human, they would become a mutant as well. They would then search out more humans to attack and convert into monsters. It's the perfect plan.

Dear Diary,

I've done it, I've rid the world of humans. I can go back to living my live the way I want it. And just in time for my fourteen birthday. I can't wait to go out tomorrow with Steve and mom to the fancy restaurant.

Dear Diary,

How could this happen. Every time I become the very thing I've worked so hard to destroy. Over and over the cycle repeats. Is there no end to this madness. Is this really what that demon meant? I would spend the rest of my life destroying the world and fixing it in a never ending loop? I have to find a way to escape, to get things right.

Dear Diary,

I've figured out how to stop the cycle. I just finished turning everyone back into humans. Instead of heading to the restaurant to celebrate my ten thousandth birthday, I'm gonna end my suffering, once and for all. I've stared into the abyss, and fought the darkness for so long. I'm so tired of it. I've finally set things right, it's time to move on. If you find my diary, please keep this vase safe. Never let it hit the ground.