Runaway_Imeline Vincent Finds a Key_How Did You Get Here?_Proof Positive
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Runaway
My name is - was - Nancy. I was born in the city of Westside Mountainview. A “beautiful city where dreams come true!”. I’m calling load BS on that. My grandparents moved there when they were just married, wanting to become farmers or vets. But the Head Honcho there chose what your job was, and enfused your DNA with not caring what your job was, not talking back or fighting back, stupid genetic stuff like that. My grandpa became a construction worker instead of a farmer, and was very happy. Or that's what he thought.Only important officers, like the Head Honcho, who is actually known as the Bos...
Imeline Vincent Finds a Key
I don’t entirely remember how old I was when Mother locked me away in the Dark Room. Twelve, perhaps? Well, the exact age doesn’t matter, I suppose, only that it was one of those in-between ages; between girlhood and womanhood, you could say. An age in which being locked away in a room without windows—the only way in which to see the outside world one so desperately wanted to be a part of—felt like a death sentence. Perhaps it was in a way, a death sentence. Being locked away in the Dark Room could hardly be called a life. It was a flat, empty little place, with no decoration to boast of, and ...
How Did You Get Here?
Work.Yes, work.Even better yet it was my birthday today and I was the last one to finish organizing things. There was not supposed to be anything today, the forecast said 'clear skys'. CLEAR! But it was whiter than can be outside and the wind was ice cold. I was angry at the weather people who lied to me. If I had known that there was going to be a blizzard then I would not have come to work. Then, I wouldn't have to be alone on my birthday... I was bummed, to say the least. What am I going to even do? There was nothing that I could do but sit around and wait for the story to finish up. Do you...
Proof Positive
Deep in the wilderness of northern Alaska, a float plane descended toward a barely visible snow-covered field. It landed, leaving twin tracks behind it that were already being covered by new snow. On either side of them stood stretches of evergreen forest. Above, the dark sky was filled with stars and the green curtain of the Aurora Borealis.“Welcome to the Northern Slope,” the pilot told their two bundled-up passengers. “If you get lost,” he added, pointing upward, “that brightewww.onedoor.ccst star is the North Star.”“Where is the cabin?” one passenger asked, looking around.“About twenty miles that way,” ...