Dear Diary, I am still a prisoner of war. My captors may let me roam, but I know what I am. Today, as I looked upon the trappings of my prison, I felt the tug of hunger pull me from my hiding place ... [+]
Clutter!
The sound gives way. My pencil case, now fallen, as my stationery scatters itself non-uniformly across the floor. I kneel to pick it up. A hand, unexpected, assists me. Its counterpart is
...
[+]
The waiting room was as quiet as a graveyard, where Sarah could not ignore the ticking of the clock. She sat on the edge of the seat, her palms were wet, like a patient waiting for the final ... [+]
Like sinews, so blush returned to the waters.
A pulse of scales and fins flickering red and tender in the waterways. Aback the shoal was a fever, pregnant and brutal in its abundance, that had
...
[+]
When Conchita first opened her eyes to this world, she was floating face up in a tub full of cold, frothy white liquid that cooled off her scorching skin. Guillermo knelt next to her, just outside ... [+]
The train sounded distant at first, slowly getting closer. When Laura opened her eyes, she was inside the carriage. She didn't remember getting on this train, nor did she even know where it was ... [+]
Chirp. Whoosh. An oriole glides across the sky as all animals gather in a flower field, gazing upon the boundless starry night. In a more secluded corner lies a clueless night-blooming cereus ... [+]
"I'm hungry," my little sister Antanna whispered faintly, looking at me with her big, sad eyes.
The "Giants" living in the "outside world" had launched an attack on our colony. It happened on
...
[+]
[FIELD LOG – PERSONAL ENTRY]
01/07/5348 21:45
Connect. Evolve. Belong.
I see that everywhere now.
On buildings, posters, holograms – pulsing with a gentle rhythm, like the city itself is
...
[+]
R100
You stand there in line with R100, clutched between your seasoned hands. Not too little of an amount but not too grand. The flimsy piece of blue paper that you easily give away at each race
...
[+]
In the autumn of 2222, Pseudo turns one hundred—merely a fifth of his woven genetic lifespan. Time, a scarce resource for most, not for him. Careful! A smooth sea never makes a skilled sailor. ... [+]
Sometimes, it takes losing everything to discover Who you really are. My story begins in a refugee camp and ends with hope.
I was born in Eritrea in 2005, but when I was five, my family moved to
...
[+]
It was a sticky, wet day when I fell in the mud. I was wearing a raincoat and boots, but I could feel the mud, sucking at my body through a layer of rubber, as if trying to pull me into the ground. I ... [+]
Chilling morning air greets the waking face of a boy as he sits up from the warm comfort of
his dreams. Dreams where soaring was nothing but ease, nothing but gliding along streams of
wind as he
...
[+]
Everyone had a metal arm this month. A renowned musician severed their non-dominant arm in favor of sleek platinum, and suddenly everywhere, people rushed to get one of their own. Even her friends ... [+]
When Josie Rivers told her husband Rob that she would leave him if he ever gambled again, she meant it. This was after the intervention, after Rob had surreptitiously drained their bank account ... [+]
Being a woman in her thirties with nothing to spend her winter break aside from chores, really does get exhausting. Sometimes when the boredom gets the best of me, I look into Rosy's life. Rosy has ... [+]
