She wanted it to be over, no, she needed it to be over. Therapy wouldn’t help, friends couldn’t help, and everything she ever loved had become empty. So many times had Emilia recited this explanation in the afterlife. Even just thinking about it was exhausting. It was funny really. All the people that called Heaven their home were there under the presumption that they were ‘good,’ or at the very least, not shitty. Yet none of them could understand.
Eyelids finally fluttered open, a sharp pain shooting up her clamped jaw, dried blood chipping away with every breath, like bits of glass scattering against skin.
Straight ahead of her: A highly skilled mercenary with a kill count in the triple digits. “Ten.” Above her: A nuclear missile about to annihilate many innocent lives. All around her: A team of vigilantes fighting off against hordes of goons atop an oil platform. Way, way above her: Victor Cauchmeer, a mad scientist... Continue Reading →
Hi, I’m Clara, I’m from Indianapolis, I moved here to be a Production Designer and I just left a job at—oh—shoot—sorry, well—that’s all true—what I meant to say is—a year ago—I worked at Coffee Bean for a few months a-and it was—it was really good! I learned a lot there!
Ashes fell from above. Armageddon had its way and then moved on just as quickly to turn something else into ruins.
You live your whole life identifying as a boy so you expect to see one thing gazing into the mirror after putting on a dress: A stranger.
The waves rolled in and out, soothing the ear as they swept back and forth, like sand in a bottle falling from one end to the other. I looked up at Francesca. She had been holding my hand, guiding me across the coastline in silence for a long time. Was she quiet so she could better embrace the glory of the ocean? Or was she scared of being heard?