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The Price of Vice
It started on a Tuesday in Tucumcari, New Mexico. Early in the morning before the sun woke, still half-asleep, Olivia rolled her neck and ran her fingers through her persistent tangles. With a wince, she turned onto her side and fumbled for her phone. Usually waking before eight meant a faulty alarm or an impending disaster.The screen’s sharpness sparked tears, and she wiped at them aimlessly while she thumbed through the latest texts; there were four new ones from her mother all dated within the past hour. Swearing, she sat up and dialed the familiar number.“Mama?”“I hope you’re calling from ...
Earthlings
It's been exactly fifteen years and six months since the ‘great catastrophe.' That's what his parents and the others referred to the event which had destroyed every living organism on the surface of the earth.Zack and his twin sister Zoe were born here in the compound like so many other kids their age. They were the few lucky ones. The others were not so lucky. At least that's what they have been told, especially by their parents.They had just celebrated their fourteenth birthday, a week ago. Today they are given a rare opportunity. A tour to Sector C, accompanied by one of the guards.They wai...
I can't let anyone know
I speedwalk past the glittering pink and white dresses and glasses of red wine. Fancy desserts on sliver plates carried by posh servers walk around offering refreshments. I scan the room to find a server that is carrying tiny sandwiches and long brown hair coiling down her back.I catch her gaze and gesture towards the lobby. She nods and hands another serve her silver plate. A girl with her head rested on the table is snoring lightly. I tap the vent near the girl's foot 3 times then the lights go out. I hear panicked voices in the hall and plates clattering around.Jessica and I go through the ...
Her Game
The skin under my fingernails is purple. My lips are stuck together. It is just light enough to see a white haze stream from my nose with each breath. The small beep on my wristwatch tells me that I only have five minutes left to find a light switch, possibly the same amount of time it will take for me to lose all use of my hands. A small beam of pallidwww.onedoor.cc light filters through an ice-glazed window, giving the basement a hollow, grey glow. The horizon will soon consume the sun. I run my quivering hands against the wall. It swipes against a switch. My spirits lift as warmth temporarily fills my in...