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Forthcoming, Chapter Twenty-Five: Home

Mom had been halfway insane when she’d seen the bandages.  She’d helped take the ones of my hands, but I’d convinced her that my arm was still too sore for the bandage to be removed.  I’d unwrapped it privately; it didn’t look as sickening as I’d expected.        The weekend had passed quietly--I’d had… Continue reading Forthcoming, Chapter Twenty-Five: Home

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Forthcoming, Chapter Twenty-Three: Real Explanations

“Everett!”      Cyrus’ voice curled around my surname and I opened my eyes.  Chay still stood resolute, though Cyrus was no longer interested in that exchange.  His focus was on my motionless stance.  “Move!”      Cyrus didn’t notice Henbane’s eyes widen as they became unfocused, staring into the distance.  He raised his gun reflexively, firing… Continue reading Forthcoming, Chapter Twenty-Three: Real Explanations

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Forthcoming, Chapter Twenty: Runaway

I didn’t care what Derek said.  I’d been walking in the direction of Agenton for so long that my feet felt like jelly--that is, jelly with spikes sticking through it.       At this point, however, I was hoping for any hint of civilization: the only indication that I wasn’t completely separated from all of society… Continue reading Forthcoming, Chapter Twenty: Runaway

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Forthcoming, Chapter Nineteen: Answers

The voices were muffled.  I couldn’t tell if this was because they were whispering, or because half of my mind was still in the future.      It wasn’t until I’d shaken my head a few times that I realized no one was whispering at all.  In fact, they were shouting.  This wasn’t an argument--this was… Continue reading Forthcoming, Chapter Nineteen: Answers

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Forthcoming, Chapter Eighteen: The Disc

The sound of crunching Cheerios woke me up.      I rolled over noisily, nearly falling from the couch.  At first, I couldn’t remember where I was.       Then I noticed Derek staring angrily at me, shoveling soggy cereal into his mouth.      “What?” I asked, sitting straighter, and ruffling my hair.  I noticed that someone… Continue reading Forthcoming, Chapter Eighteen: The Disc

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Forthcoming, Chapter Seventeen: Lakeside Realization

I didn’t get sick.  I somehow managed to keep my breakfast down as we swerved through the back roads.  I clutched at the seat, my hands sweating.  I wondered how a teacher had ever afforded a car as nice as this, and set my head against the leather.      It helped to somewhat relax, and… Continue reading Forthcoming, Chapter Seventeen: Lakeside Realization