I ran down the hallway, clutching at the thick fabric of my uniform’s sleeve, hoping to catch all the blood that had begun trickling down my palm and fingers. As I turned to push through the swinging door to the bathroom, I quickly looked behind me to make sure that none of the drops ofContinue reading “The Last of It’s Kind”
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Grip
“Please hold out your arm.” The man in the white coat scooted forward slightly, legs of the stool grinding irritatingly against the gritty tile surface. Lyla sat up neatly against the edge of the bed, paper rustling under her seat. Running her palm against the opposite arm, she could feel her touch stimulating the tinyContinue reading “Grip”
Eclipse
You would think that you wouldn’t need to tell most sensible grown-up people that you shouldn’t look up at the sun. Yet, it seemed like they wanted to reinforce it so badly. I mean, the draw of something that only happens ever 8 or more years or so really makes people want to do somethingContinue reading “Eclipse”
Strange New Land
Outland: Chapter 19 The long road out of the city seemed busier than any city I had ever visited back in the states. I could see people clearing out of the way, looks of fright and intrigue on their faces, and I piloted Gulliver the best I could. Lining the streets were many stalls holdingContinue reading “Strange New Land”
The Expanse
Outland: Chapter 18 The cold spray flew up in my face, causing me to reel back and almost fall on the slippery ground, if it were not for my grip on the railing. The unpredictable movement of the waves had not ceased to surprise me like that. Tasting the salty residue on my lips, myContinue reading “The Expanse”
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