Stef felt the blue in the tank around her draining away, but she kept her eyes closed, trying to ignore it – just as she had often ignored her alarm when it had been time to wake up for school. ‘Stef.’ Ryan’s voice. Still not a reason to wake up. ‘Stef.’ ‘Hmm,’ she managed, wanting […]
Taylor had- Magnolia whirled around, the walls of her bedroom seeming to swim, to become nothing but an indiscernible pink swirl. Nothing made sense. Everything made sense. Taylor had tried to kill Mimosa. Taylor had tried to execute a mistake, and now Ryan- She stopped spinning, slammed her hands against the wall, and crashed onto […]
November 20th Stef was still in the tank of blue that wasn’t usually a fixture of Jones’ office. He watched her for a moment, glad that she was safe, happy, that she’d have a life. Ryan lifted his head, and saw Jones watching him from his desk. He walked to his tech agent, and placed […]
Whitman was- Mimosa was shaking, but he held her by the throat, keeping her big head as still as he could. Taylor took in a breath. The shot had to be steady. ‘This is my duty.’
November 20th Stef stared, tears running down her face as Taylor tied a bandage around his arm. Confusion bit into the fear, hanging on like a mosquito, calming her enough to wonder about the act – she couldn’t see any blood, and she hadn’t been able to hurt him. The act was keeping his attention […]
November 20th Taylor kept his eyes on the punching bag. Whitman was pacing around his gym, only visible when he wasn’t looking. Mimosa was sitting on the bleachers, rolling her head from side to side, seemingly content to let Whitman be the active one. He closed his eyes, and continued to count his punches, the […]
November 20th Magnolia opened her eyes, immediately on guard as bright lights flashed in front of her face. A tablet lay where her pillow had been, flashing “Panic Mode” in large, unfriendly letters.
November 20th Taylor stared at his HUD clock. Midnight.
November 19th Magnolia felt the air whupf out of her lungs as she hit the floor for the third time, a foot on her stomach, and a fist inches from her face. ‘You’re slow today,’ Taylor chided, opening his fist, grabbing the front of her dress and hauling her to her feet. ‘Sorry sir,’ she […]
November 19th When the red digital letters on her bedside clock informed her that it was four AM, she rose, closed her workbook, and slipped into the bathroom. She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower, the water warm immediately. She pulled her hair from the loose bun she’d tied, and the warm […]