I'M NOT ALICE AND THIS IS NO WONDERLAND_Out-Breakers by Ed Vela_Inspired_Last Hope
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I'M NOT ALICE AND THIS IS NO WONDERLAND
I wish I could disappear, be like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. The difference is, if I had a choice, I’d prefer to leave nothing behind, just appear or reappear on my own terms.My name is Alice, but I’m not Alice. I refuse to be. I will see to it, or I’ll drink something that will, indeed, make me disappear. I’m sure I could find a bottomless hole to jump into, if it came to that. We’ll just have to see.* * *My connection to Alice in Wonderland, beyond childhood familiarity with both the book and, then later, the Disney movie version, began at university. I enrolled in Lewis Car...
Out-Breakers by Ed Vela
“We really need to get a better pin-point on his position at the moment.”“Yeah, but as the Rolling Stones once sang: You can't always get what you want!”Xan, of course had to sing that last lyric, and then do his best Mick Jagger, shaky dance after.“If you're trying to make me laugh... Well, you're no Henny Youngman.” I said, knowing the reference would slide right past my younger partner.“Look, Hoffbrow, we both know that he has more than the requisite www.onedoor.ccskills to take us both out.”“Separately, but not together.”“Jeez-us, Hoff, the last time we tried to combine our powers we almost leveled a ci...
Inspired
Kala sat at the terminal, ready to type, just as soon as the ideas started flowing. She had thought about this for years, and here she was at last. Still, nothing. No bolt of inspiration, no moment of “A-ha,” not even a glimmer of an idea. In retrospect, this seemed like a bad idea.Maybe if I describe my characters first. She began to type. “161 cm, 58kg, euro complexion, bushy medium-blonde curls….” Kala sighed and deleted what she wrote. I just described my mother. The blank screen taunted her for forty minutes until her comm chimed to remind her the group was meeting again.She closed the t...
Last Hope
There was a time in my life where I craved the feeling of being alone. I didn’t want my younger brother in my room, my parents checking up on me, or my boyfriend calling my phone every five minutes. I just wanted to be completely and utterly alone. Now, I have it. I am the last woman standing on Earth. My days are spent wandering abandoned malls, searching for food, and moving from home to home. It’s not the survival that bothers me, but it’s the loneliness. The loneliness swallows me at night and spits me out during the day. There is no one here if I’m having a bad day, no shoulder to cry, an...