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I had to get the stains out. I poured bleach over them and scrubbed until I thought I was going to pass out. When I threw up, I wasn’t sure if the nausea was from the smell or the memories. … Continue reading →

With or without you never seemed like such an easy decision. Now it was really you standing over me, looking down, and it was much easier to call. Without you, dear.

I stood at the edge of the building’s roof, trying to breathe. I had to do something. I’d seen this so many times in movies, on TV, something crazy-like. It seemed crazy, anyway. But I didn’t have I choice, did … Continue reading →

“Iden­ti­cal cousins?” “I know it sounds ridicu­lous, but you can’t argue with what’s in front of you.” “I guess that’s true. This is sort of excit­ing, you know? We match!” “Not for long.” And then she pulled out the shovel.

We hid in the bunker for two weeks with­out even think­ing about look­ing out­side. But when the radio broad­casts stopped and we real­ized no one was com­ing, it got lonely fast. In the end we took a vote. We decided … Continue reading →

I was at the edge of town, and then I was out­side it. I felt like I could breathe again. I’d never dri­ven so fast and I’d never felt so dangerous. Not that it was really dan­ger­ous– I kept telling … Continue reading →

I’m not brave. I’m just stu­pid. Some peo­ple will tell you it’s the same thing, but it’s really not. Brav­ery is under­stand­ing what you’re up against and doing it any­way, because you have to or because it’s the right thing … Continue reading →

He raised his wand threateningly and she resisted the temptation to shy away. “Aren’t you scared?” “No,” she made her voice strong. “You should be.” And then the world was on fire, and she screamed.