A Shell of a Reunion (Day 107)
Lena looked at her sister sadly. Laura blinked slowly, rendered non-functional by the drugs in her system. The knees, elbows and forearms of her clothes were…
A Roar of Defiance (Day 106)
Sin sat like a man, her hands cuffed together. Black and red hair obscured half of her face, patterned in swimming diamonds, and so only half of her face…
Securing the Future (Day 104)
It was the first time I killed a man in the name of something greater. Had I killed others before this? Of course. That’s what soldiers do. Those enemies were…
A Tool of Violence (Day 101)
Paul had a gun. It wasn’t elegant or personalized in any way. Even for its small size it was dense and lay heavily against his palm as if to reinforce the…
Driving to the End of the Road (Day 100)
As Michael continued driving into his eleventh hour, lines began to blur. Day folded under the pressure of night. The road thrashed like a pinned snake anytime…
As the Stone Falls (Day 98)
Vien lounged atop thick green grass. Next to him was a pile of rocks he had collected on the way over. Some were like fists, perfect for destroying a window…
Neglect (Day 97)
Some days are unforgettable. The date is seared into my mind; a mental brand. I can feel the bumps that make up the scar tissue if I really try. They are…
Those Precious Moments (Day 96)
Breathing was hard. Short shallow breaths were okay. Anything more than that triggered sharp pains like knives running up the outer edges of my rib cage. Even…
Receptions (Day 95)
An incoherent expression was all the warning I had before a rickety wagon wheel threw mud at me. I leaped back to avoid having a foot crushed. Wiping the cold…
Violent Disconnection (Day 94)
A bee buzzed against the window. It wasn’t an angry noise but rather it sounded like nature herself was humming. It reminded me of a cat’s contented purr. I…
A Dangerous Feeling (Day 93)
The feeling of disappointment comes like a sharp blow, not so much as a stinging slap, but rather like a swift kick to the nuts. It spreads outward and upward…
Hollow (Day 92)
The house was cold and dark as it always was when I came home. Turning the lights on didn’t seem to help. It just changed the museum from day to night. Even…
Learning is Painful
Reaching up, the man grabbed Nina’s wrist and twisted. Her hand went numb and despite her best efforts, the knife clattered to the ground. Hissing, Nina drew…
Last Words (Day 90)
Lautemy mounted the wooden steps, his head held high. Two guards, one on either side of him, kept firm grips on his upper arms but he moved without their…
L is for Love Without Judgment
Perry sucked on the straw, her cheeks bowing inward, until she was rewarded with a mouthful of creamy peanut butter. Satisfied, she settled back against the…
Remake With Madness, Save With Sanity (Day 89)
The lines of separation that made up the world flexed, bulging outward, straining, until they broke under the intense pressures being brought to bear. As…
Bucking Tradition (Day 88)
“It needs more pink.” “It’s not girly enough.” “Why is the one with rainbow colored hair so athletic? Is she a lesbian?” “There’s too much focus on…
Like Creeping Sores (Day 87)
Nine sheet covered bodies lay in the street, cordoned off from the rest of the city by angry looking biohazard tape. Meerchum eyed the other medical personnel…
Like Creeping Sores (Day 87)
Nine sheet covered bodies lay in the street, cordoned off from the rest of the city by angry looking biohazard tape. Meerchum eyed the other medical personnel…
Dangerous Words
In front of me the scene continued to play out and I tried to remain invisible; less than a background piece and certainly not a witness. The three thin…