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A Welcome Trespasser     Decimation. De. Ci. Ma. Tion. Even in my sleep, my chest constricts at the mere thought of the word, and a renewed restlessness seeps into me despite my body’s desire to remain sedated. Decimation. Decimation. Decimation. Decimation. Decimation… The familiar voice whispers it to me again and again, saying the unforgettable word over and over, taunting me with his persistence. His eyes plead even as the rest of his face feigns resolve, unable to truly hide the weight of our circumstance. I’m so sorry… Yet,… अधिक पढ़ें

“You’re Going To Kill Me”     The next thing I know, I’m being hauled into the air like a Ping-Pong ball, my body flung around as if it weighs nothing at all and then harshly landing back onto the bed on my stomach. Before I can even make a sound, he’s on top of me, pinning me down. My heart pounds with unprecedented vigor as I feel him grab my hair from behind, and a renewed sense of fear ripples through me as I realize just how strong he… अधिक पढ़ें

Sleeping Beauty     My immediate impulse is to react; to scream, to hit him…to do…something. Anything. But all I can do is lie there right next to him like a weathered log, staring at his magnificent form as he holds my hand in the same way a toddler would hold a highly treasured candy bar while he slumbers away. I can’t help but notice that even though his grip on my wrist is firm and unrelenting, it makes me feel…strangely at ease. Relaxed, even. Relaxed and… Safe. Join us… अधिक पढ़ें

A Familiar Scent     My forehead moves again, but this time, it isn’t because I move it. Whatever I’m resting against shifts ever so slightly. It does it again, and then again, steadily and rhythmically…almost as if it’s…breathing. A huge bell goes off in my head, putting two and two together as my body continues to give in to the magical trance it’s under despite my brain struggling to tell it otherwise. My nose doesn’t seem to want to be set free from the aromatic spell it’s under, either…. अधिक पढ़ें

Counting Sheep Pills     My bare foot taps absently against the cold tile floor, rapidly hitting it again and again as my toes involuntarily flirt back and forth with the frigid ground. I’m far too aware of the hardness of the old wooden chair I’m sitting in. The vertical rails of the backrest bite into my skin, cold and rigid as I shift restlessly in the uncomfortable relic. It creaks loudly with even the slightest movement I make, emitting the most unpleasant sound against the silent backdrop of the… अधिक पढ़ें

A Candle in the Wind     I struggle to swallow as I recall the incident. Deep down, I think he already knew. Just as I did. In his Reaper’s Intuition, he knew she was gone. Still, hearing the words out loud, witnessing his worst fear manifest itself, was more than he could bear. More than anyone could bear. He’d shut down—completely and absolutely. He didn’t speak, didn’t move, didn’t do anything. Couldn’t. It was not the reaction I was expecting. And it freaked me out a lot more than… अधिक पढ़ें

Coming Up Short     I flex a cramp out of my leg for the umpteenth time tonight, making kicking motions as I flip through pages and pages and pages. Even though my head is pounding incessantly and my eyes are bloodshot to the tenth degree, I couldn’t suppress the urge—the need—to come back to the Creation Library to look for her. For Kitty-Cat. Again. Eleven days later and I still can’t make fucking sense of anything; not the Atlantic, not the hotspots, not the wine incident…and especially not her…. अधिक पढ़ें

When Green Pigs Fly       I’m not a violent person. I swear I’m not. Never have been. And I don’t condone brutality or fighting in any way, shape, or form. But, good God, these assholes are making it far too easy for me to want to kill something right now. “So…when are you going to give me your number, Baby Cakes?” Frank says, punctuating the ruckus he started. His tone is both arrogant and assuming, and his body-language reflects that; intertwining his fingers on the table and looking… अधिक पढ़ें