Morgan woke up to the sound of his alarm, signaling the start of another long day. He rubbed his eyes and sat up on the small cot that served as his bed. There was a larger, more comfortable bed in the ecodome, but it had belonged to his parents and it still didn’t seem right to sleep in it. Besides, his parents’ room was still full of their things. He hadn’t had the mental fortitude to go through and put things away, yet.
They say that before the mammock, trains sped across the land aboveground, affording passengers beautiful views of forests and mountains as they journeyed.
But out Ali’s window was only blackness, interrupted occasionally by dimly lit rock walls.
Ali sat in a nearly empty train car across from his father, humming to himself.
Above his father’s head, Ali could see an LED sign with several burned out bulbs, which read “Bastion,” their destination.
⌚ Approximately 6 minute read ⚠ Content Warning: violence, death, deception, betrayal “Come closer, Yawo.” The old man motioned for me to step forward. I walked toward him, leaving the other apprentices standing near the wall, sure to walk in the slow, methodical pace of Yawo I had worked so hard to perfect. I had […]
⌚ Approximately 15 minute read ⚠ Content Warning: gender identity, bullying, emotional abuse, physical abuse, forced medical treatment, ableism, cult-like behavior, kidnapping, and violence The girls and women at the well were already gossiping about him like a legend. “He was so handsome,” they said, going on about his perfectly kept beard; his long, flowing […]
⌚ Approximately 10 minute read ⚠ Content Warning: Death, Romantic Situations I had dreamt of him for years. His age seemed to change with mine; as I grew older he did as well. His face, I could never quite glimpse, or if I did it was forgotten as the foggy light of dawn broke through my […]
⌚ Approximately 10 minute read ⚠ Content Warning: demonic possession, addiction, sacrifice, occult themes, horror elements The clicking of the typewriter resounded in the late evening air, creating a discordant beat with the softly playing country music. Mark didn’t have to use a real typewriter to write his manuscripts, he had a computer sitting in […]
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