• I looked down at the little piece of paper I was handed. This was my schedule for my freshman year of high school and it looked awful–Geometry, Physics, French, PA. I didn’t even know what PA was. It sounded like some form of PE, or a typo on said word. This was ridiculous. The only […]

  • I never thought I had much of a voice for jazz, but I could at least belt. It wouldn’t hurt to audition, and it would be a fantastic opportunity if it worked at all. Sure, it would suck if I got chorus, but it would be nice to at least tempt to sing Roxie. When […]

  • I looked at the waiter. She was a pretty girl, reserves, very fair. This couldn’t have been the right job for her. She really did not seem like the type to enjoy talking to people. But a lot of the girls in Itsir were like that–I was already used to it, no matter how unsettled […]

  • I licked the back of the postage stamp and stuck it to the letter. Hopefully it would reach my brother, because that was to be the last time I spoke to him. I would probably never get a reply, I would never look for one. Maybe someday Prescott Prep would get a return letter, but […]

  • I watched the clock. It was ticking the slowest I had ever seen it move. Seconds, minutes, hours. They all seemed the same. Except for the ticking. The tick of the clock was incessant, unbearable, obnoxious. It was tedious, ridiculous–the only thing left to focus on was the pain in my leg.

  • I lay down in the large bed, staring at the ceiling. Certainly we were cared for. Cared for better than at Prescott Prep. My leg was on the mend, we had servants bring us food, the food was of quality. But I was without so much. I was without Cecilia, lost in the world, wandering. […]

  • I looked around the dance. It was extremely formal as promised, an almost perfect mimic of a legitimate masquerade. I looked down at my own dress. It was almost too much to walk in. I couldn’t recognise anyone. Everyone had taken great care to hide their identities–hopefully I wasn’t an awful exception.

  • I entered the inn. It looked like a cheap motel at best, with everything battered and ripped apart. It didn’t have quite the air of the same filthiness that a bad hotel in our world would, at least, and didn’t feel like one might get an STD simply from breathing in the air, but rather […]

  • I cast around to examine this new landscape. Certainly there were no buildings, no roads, no lamp posts, or anything else to say city. No, instead there was light grass and a few scattered trees, boulders and dirt; it all smelt so clean and fresh, not like anywhere I had been before.

  • I looked up to see a glint of delight in his eyes. The light reflected off the green surface to create a stunning effect. The most amazing part was that I caused this, that I was the reason he was lighting up the room, that a simple, childish, high-school-branded phrase such as, “I like you, […]

  • I looked up to see who had saved us. Oh, god, my leg. I was a pretty young girl with shockingly blue eyes against ghostly white skin, almost an apparition with a nearly spiritual beauty. It hurt so much. She smiled at me and said something I couldn’t comprehend. Ugh, pain. Ugh. My leg. “Huh?” […]

  • I looked at the clock. Seconds were passing like minutes, minutes like hours. My leg hurt worse than anything I had felt before and time was torturing me, forcing me to experience it twice as long as I should have, thrice, four times, even. I felt dizzy and tried to remind myself that it could’ve […]

  • I looked at Dimitri and experienced an immediate flashback: A dance, a school dance. Him. The emo boy Alysse seemed to be acting like a slut around, her new victim was the opposite of a victim. He was a straight out predator and she knew it–that’s why they were together.

  • He took a sip from the amber glass of whiskey and Gabrielle glared disdainfully. He had always taken a fancy to drinking, but it made getting her point across very difficult. She would tell him and he would probably throw a fit–his anger problems were awful without the liquor, but with he seemed to regress […]

  • I looked ahead. We were on a mission. We had a place to be. We had to go on, battered and in pain, ripped apart and clumsily shoved back together. We had to look forward and focus on our goal. If we didn’t make it to stop them, then maybe no one would. We might […]

  • Gabrielle glared at him. His behaviour had never made her more cross or embarrassed than at this point. He was acting like a five year old, if a five year old were able to drink wine and smash a glass in anger so easily. He was drunk and he was again acting as though she […]

  • I looked down the street. There were houses and fences and yards everywhere. It was a suburban nightmare, with excessive neatness and quietness. I could just picture the 2.5 children in each house. Nothing was out of place. It was just how he would like it. It was too easy to picture him here.

  • I looked at Alysse. I had none of her beauty whatsoever. I was plain, if that. She was blonde and French, she had long willowy legs and a fit body. I was mousy-haired and short, with a body perfect for ballet–flat chest, no hips. We both had the same blue eyes, but she had long […]

  • Gabrielle opened the door to the church. It was empty but for a single nun, garbed modestly in black and white. She had a matronly face and looked as the door opened. Gabrielle looked down, embarrassed, not sure how to go about this.

  • She set the picture against the wall, uncertain about decorating with it. No matter how much he said he was okay with it, she did not want to make him stare at that image. No matter how much he was really uncaring, it was dreary and horrid and not to mention downright insulting to him.