“I’m sorry.” Sasha says.

Her eyes are boring holes into the floor. Her shoulders are tense as if waiting for rejection.

“No. Hey, Sash, can you look at me?” Marcy placed her hand on Sasha’s cheek. The touch was gentle. She wouldn’t force Sasha to look at her if she wasn’t ready.

Sasha’s hand came up to brush the back of Marcy’s and Marcy twisted her palm so that their hands could intertwine. Sa...

This takes place in the same world as Phil Tippett’s Mad God. In that film there is a live vivisection and this is my take on it.

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The scavenger came too slowly.

Sickly yellow light and blood filled tubes filled his vision. He tried to move, move anything at all, but it was as if his brain were disconnected from his body. All he could do was look around. He couldn’t even blink.

A ...

Everything was burning. The homes, the people, and even the great bridge, which had once been a symbol of unity between the two factions that had just massacred each other, had been turned to ash. Death was everywhere.

As Abby looked at the destruction from her tiny raft, floating far away from the island, she couldn’t help but feel utter despair. There was no returning now.

The causes she had ...

“Some people were born just so they could be buried.”

Is that true of me? The thought chilled Sadie to the bone. Was her entire existence worthless? This wasn’t the first time the thought had crossed Sadie’s mind. She often contemplated the point of her existence. She could never come to a conclusion that wasn’t depressing.

The difference this time was that she was thinking this in front of her...

Dawn ran on autopilot. The rage and pain of her loss driving the downward thrust of the bat in her hands. The man below her had helped take the person most important to her. He held Ben down when he was shot in the head. She had been beaten and helpless to do anything but watch.

She changed the trajectory of her slash from the man’s body to hit his face. The bat made purchase with his jaw with a ...

Dawn jerks awake with a strangled scream caught in her throat. Her muscles tense, unable to move, as her eyes dart around trying to search her surroundings for danger.

Every shadow seems like an unseen danger before her eyes land on a familiar form less than 3 feet to her right. Oz, her brother, sleeps soundly, undisturbed by her sudden thrashing and ragged breathing.

He always did sleep like a ...

There’s one memory I always go back to. One moment that I think I truly felt peaceful. It’s not a significant moment or anything that would sound as impactful as it was. It’s a short quiet moment. One that feels personal but is most likely universal in the actions though not in the feelings I experienced.

That moment I think of was one summer day when I was alone and submerged in the pool.

I wa...

When beheading with a guillotine was a public execution people used to bet on how many times the eyes would blink after the head was severed from the body. The person was no longer alive but their brain was still active causing the eyelids to twitch. Once it stopped the life would leave their eyes.

But what happens when someone is shot in the head? The brain goes flying everywhere. There’s nothin...

When I look in the mirror all I see is a stranger.

Bright blue eyes, once my single pride in my appearance, stare back at me, leveling me with a tired glare. They say eyes are windows to the soul but the ones looking at me are empty. There’s no spark, no burning passion I once triumphed. When did everything change?

I know the answer but don’t want to voice it. Nothing changed. I had felt this ho...

This was all Gwen’s fault. If only she’d paid attention to the signs. Seen Harry spiraling because of Peter’s death. She could have stopped history from repeating itself. She could have prevented yet another violent confrontation with a friend.

Yet here they were in the sewer of all places.

A large reptilian hand crushes Gwen’s chest, pinning her to the wall. The pressure prevents her rib cage f...