Beneath her fingers, Percie felt the spine of her book crack and peel. She wondered how many times she had read it, but the only sufficient answer she could arrive at was 'not enough.' Outside, a quiet night symphony was building. A light howl in the wind whispered desires through the air and crackled the crisp autumn leaves that dangled carelessly from branches, plotting their winter descent.
(815 words) 'Tis the season to be spooky!
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...
(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.
The Memorist looked tired; exhausted even. It was an exhausting thing she did for people, taking on their memories.
(Based on Grimms' Sleeping Beauty) It had been only a single gasp of air that alerted her to the trouble.
(A re-imagining of Grimm's Rapunzel) It began with a peculiar blossom. The winter had been long and frigid and barren, but for a tiny blossoming plant outside her window.
"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.