56 – The Meaning of Truth
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.’
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.’
October 15th The bubbles of the Good Witch Glinda had always fascinated her – even despite the special effects technology of 1939. They had just looked…magical and perfect. Strong enough to carry a person, but ready to pop at a moment’s notice. Stef rested her back against the wall of the oubliette, and stared […]
Day One Stef lifted the end of her T-shirt and wrapped it up over her head, like the beginnings of a ninja hood, and stared down at her chest. The scar from the mirror’s entry still sat pink against her chest, refusing to go white like the rest of her old scars. It would, it […]
September 24th Ryan sat at his desk, the heels of his hands pressed into his eyes. Whatever relief the tank had brought in the morning, it had well and truly worn off. The oubliette key sat on his desk, as much an object of temptation as drugs to a recovering addict. He had to go […]
Experiment: Day 2 September 25th Taylor hadn’t slept, that was obvious. Magnolia made sure her footsteps were heavy as she approached. He was perfect, he was infallible, he always knew where she was – this information though, could slip when distracted, or tired.
Ryan knocked on the door. He focused on the small new experience, he’d been to the apartment dozens of times, nearly lived there the month Stef had been in suspension, and back and forth as much as he could in the small amount of time Carol had been back. So much time spent in the […]
Ryan flinched as Carol slapped him across the face. ‘We need to talk-‘ he started. She hit him again, and again, and again. His cheeks stung as her hand turned red from the effort. He grabbed her hand as she curled it into a fist to hit him again. She tried to yank her hand […]
Ryan had expected the aftermath of a paperwork hurricane. He had expected his office asunder, piles of paper, good intentions and ink in all four corners, attempting to be tamed by an undertrained Aide and his little girl. The office was clean, in the same condition as he’d left it – or better, judging by […]
Pain. Pain. Pain. Stef opened her eyes. Require: lights. The lights in her office came up, and she threw a hand up against the cornea-burning brightness of the mellow fluorescent lighting.
Ryan looked at the door as Stef left. ‘Go for your gun,’ Carol said, a soft hand to his face. ‘You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t.’ He flushed with guilt, of looking a gift horse in the mouth, of thinking that there had to be something wrong, of trying to steel his melting heart […]