"The words are blown I couldn't have anticipated. A spare. That's all I ever was, I realize. A spare part kept in captivity. A backup weapon in case that all else failed. Shatter me. Break glass in case of emergency."... Continue Reading →
“You’re right,” she says softly. “maybe this is cruel. Maybe it would’ve been kinder to simply let you die. But this isn’t about you, Ella. This is about me. And right now,” she says, stroking my hair, “this is what... Continue Reading →
"How did I think people ruled the world? Did I really imagine it would be so simple? That I might control the fabric of society from the comfort of my boyfriend's bedroom?" The Reestablishment has been dealt a major blow.... Continue Reading →
"But there's something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour, I think, that creates a language of its own. There's a strange kind of freedom in the fark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment,... Continue Reading →
Seven minutes. Seven. Minutes. Seven minutes since Seth and Mr. Hammond slipped from the car and into the dark. Anna and Mrs. Hammond had talked, whispering into the dark and increasingly cold of truck. Anna wrapped arms around herself. Seth... Continue Reading →
She wears a mask. It's a great disguise since no one looks beneath. No one truly bothers. Psyche goes through life like nothing, or no one bothers her. That is until one act of kindness upends her social media influencer... Continue Reading →
The cold wrapped around him like a blanket, stealing his warmth. His breath. His father was on his left, his footsteps quiet on the ground. He darted glances at his father. Derek Benard Hammond was a tall man. The youngest... Continue Reading →
"I wrote that, too?" I ask him, unable to believe it's possible he's reciting the same words that fell from my lips to my fingertips and bled onto a page. Still unable to believe he's not privy to my private... Continue Reading →
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