Category: My Writing

Doctors in hazmat suits come to collect the bitten agent, and we are all transported to a small shack on the Long Island coast. The trip to the shack is like being pulled apart...

The InT agent falls to his knees and clutches his ankle. His tortured howls keep filling the air. “What did you do?” Sasha’s mother demands and looks at me. “Who did you have hiding...

“Where are the rest?” I look at the woman directly in front of where the dirt wall was just a minute ago. I used to play in her back garden and borrow her dresses...

Something slams into my chest like a cannonball and knocks me over. Not my chest though, my… I reach out and catch the falling figures that are Selma’s party having returned and crashed into...

The soft grass gently plays with the fresh breeze coming in from the sea just visible beyond the hills where the sun is rising. I lean my head back slightly and look to the...

“What’s the plan then?” Selma inquires. “Where are we going?” “Selma! I’m so glad you came.” Mother gets up and hugs the young woman. “I hope you’re not in too much trouble with the...

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“There you are, dear,” mother responds and walks over to me. She cups my face in her hands, gives me a kiss on the forehead, and pulls me in for a bone crushing hug....

Brody has managed to get a message around that people should be aware, be ready, in case something happens. I’m not sure if people believe him or think he’s kidding himself thinking he can...

They take me back to my cage after the ‘treatments’ of the day. The cold cement floor feels like heaven after the fiery veins of setting 2. I gratefully lie down on it and...