To them, she was just a monster. A girl who refused to take her yellow pills — as if she owed society her complacency after the shit hand it had dealt her.
(630 words) A lump caught in Jessica’s throat. She would be one of them now. One of THOSE people…
(100 words) Sweet, but deadly…
(470 words) Ellie sits still, engulfed in blackness. She breathes in slowly through her nose and exhales heavily through her lips, until she becomes rather weightless. She’s ready.
It’s 7:07 pm. The house is still. The forest is quiet. But Lucia is about to break a rule.
The Memorist looked tired; exhausted even. It was an exhausting thing she did for people, taking on their memories.
“You have to keep up with the times,” his father’s voice whispered uninvitedly in his ear.
Joanie watched as the thick, white liquid spread across the table. The shards of glass glistened, peeking through a little.
The Rain had begun on the first day of her Reign.
“Mommy? Why did you give me such a sad name?” Rain asked.