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I groan and flip myself back into Jacob’s arms. His muscly bicep wraps around me and he sighs. I put my hand against his warm bare chest and tilt my head up to kiss him. Jacob leans down to meet my lips and puts his hand in my long, light brown hair. I look out the wide-open window. It’s sunrise. “You have to go!” I whisper in his ear. “Or Father is going to catch you!” “One more minute,” Jacob murmurs a...
Just do it. I urged myself, the gun shaking uneasily in my hand. Do it and get it over with. He looked so peaceful lying there, unaware of the death sentence pointed at his head. I had to do it. I had to complete the assignment. You can’t let your feelings get in the way. What feelings? I can’t have feelings. Not for a target, not for anyone. If Z knew… ...
I never wanted to witness a murder. We had been driving back from my grandparents house on the Fourth of July. It was about eleven o’clock or so, dark enough that you couldn’t see a thing beyond the stretch of the streetlights. There was an accident on the interstate, so Dad had had to cut through a really sketchy town, with rundown houses and the creepy shells of old abandoned buildings. It was inte...
“Alright, let’s stop here,” I paused and signaled to the party behind me. I surveyed the clearing as people began to put up tents. It was the seven month of our exploration looking for Reino Dorado. I had searched for nine long years, dedicating my life to the discovery of the ancient Aztec kingdom. I pulled my leatherbound journal out of my backpack, and sat down on the ground to report today’s findings. My int...
“Ready yet?” My best friend, Naomi, shouted from the doorway, clipping Gizmo, my pure white american eskimo dog, to his leash. “Almost!” I replied. I turned back to Kendall, my ten month old daughter, and adjusted her costume. “Perfect,” I cooed, and bopped her nose. Kendall giggled. “I’ve got an antsy customer waiting!” Naomi yelled playfully. “Where’s my coffee?” “Right here!” I walked ...
Victoria I nervously fiddled with the beautiful diamond ring on my finger. My fiance, Ross, took my hand and gripped it tightly. We’re both nervous. We’re going to introduce Ross to my family, and to tell them about our engagement. It’s the first time I've seen them in nine years. It’s the first time I’ve seen them since I escaped. Drew and June Bridges were the vile owners...
I stared out the window of the taxi at the turning trees flashing by. The trip from New York to Albany last night had been exhausting, and now I was on her way to The Orchard at Fallen Leaves in Woodstock, Vermont to meet up with my boyfriend, Roger. Actually, he wasn’t my boyfriend. I didn’t know what he was. We had decided to take a break for a week or two while Roger moved to Boston to become an environment...
Kat Bailey crumpled the invitation in her hand. She put her head in her arms and reflected on everything that had happened in the last eleven years. She had never been the girl who’s name everyone knew. At the beginning of junior year, she had started dating Jordan Bailey, the bad boy from the nearby state college. A few months later, Kat was pregnant. She had her daughter, Kenzie Bailey, when she was seventeen....
I remember the day of the first apocalypse. Bridget was watching the Disney Channel, Mom was cooking in the kitchen, and Dad was sitting in the armchair, glasses on and newspaper in hand. That was the last moment of normal I ever knew. It was 5 years ago, I was only 14 years old. I can’t forget that. It was the single most horrifying moment of my life. Sirens started to wail as our door burst open, making us all ...
There’s a chance that I’m not fully human. My irises are a fiery orange, my heart beats at twice the normal speed, my skin is hot to the touch, with a tan, almost orange color. My mother passed away when I was a baby, leaving my father in his misery. He never told me exactly how they met, only that it was magical, love at first sight. The only thing I have from my mother is a tiny necklace inlaid with a sing...
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