• Cate Tren commented on the post, stalling 4 years, 8 months ago

    “You’re stalling, Maria,” Johnny said as he took the girls hand, “You remember you can tell me anything, right?”
    “Yeah,” replied the girl, her hands shaking slightly and her head throbbing, “I just can’t admit everything to myself.”

  • Cate Tren commented on the post, adapted 4 years, 8 months ago

    To be adapted. Oh how incredible that would be.
    To swim in the ocean and to breathe the salt like air,
    To climb a mountain without a rope,
    To see in the dark,
    To hear in space,
    To be adapted, to be a new race.

  • Cate Tren commented on the post, freezer 5 years, 1 month ago

    The man smiled at me, a twisted contortion of the muscles in his face.
    “I’ve got more in the back…” He left the sentence unfinished, an offer for me.
    “Got more what?” I asked, my eyebrows knotting.
    “In the freezer…” he left another unfinished sentence for me.
    “Oh” Was all I could say in realization.
    Got more bodies.

  • Cate Tren commented on the post, sniper 5 years, 1 month ago

    I looked out of the sight. My target walked up to a woman and kissed her on the cheek, gesturing to her in a way that can only have been with a complement. She laughed, then out of her handbag she pulled a out a small, clear plastic bag. It held one item, a key. The key that my team were looking for, the key that they were in the plaza below for.…[Read more]

  • Cate Tren commented on the post, braid 5 years, 4 months ago

    The braid in her hair lay delicately on cold, metal table. It was done with such precision and care, that one would think that a mother or sister had done it for her. But the hands that combed the hair were of no relation to the girl on the table. More hands dressed her in the finest clothes, whilst others cleaned the dried blood off her ashen…[Read more]

  • Cate Tren commented on the post, instructor 5 years, 4 months ago

    The instructor whispered heavily in my ear, his hot breath stinging my skin.
    ‘I will ask you once more…you must get this right.’ his breathing was ragged from the exercise and yet he insisted on more.

  • Cate Tren commented on the post, scalp 5 years, 4 months ago

    ‘Don’t talk to me like that!’ He shouted in his vile, slimy
    tone. His greasy fingers took a hold on my hair, and he yanked as
    hard as he could. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes as the
    pain clouded my vision. My scalp was near to bleeding, and I felt
    like I was about to faint. This was my last chance. If I fell
    unconscious then I would be…[Read more]

  • Cate Tren commented on the post, stamped 5 years, 4 months ago

    “Next” the man droned, as if he had said it for the hundreth time that day, and he probably had. The line, of which I was the head of, stretched for miles. Behind me lay a sea of broken souls, of hoplessness.
    I gave the man my ticket and he stamped it, the red ink shining like blood.
    Don’t even think that, I told myself, because what if it…[Read more]

  • Cate Tren commented on the post, hoping 5 years, 4 months ago

    My mind was racing, this was my i last chance. My heart was hoping that all my work had been worth it. All the preparation would make it work. If not, what else was there in life? Not hope, certainly not.