(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.
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The door took a long time to be opened. I could hear the click and clank and clunk of each deadbolt on the other side. One by one, they released.
The knife was efficient; serrated on both sides. She liked the way it felt in her hand.