Kaitlynn grabbed Jesse’s wrist. “Leaving, now!” Jesse could only scream as the twelve foot wave that had capsized Vaya’s boat came crashing towards them on the rocky shore. As it slammed into her, she felt Kaitlynn’s grip slipping. Her mouth filled with seawater, and as the air was forced out of her she took a reflexive breath. She regretted it. Everything was dark; little stars flashed in front of her eyes. A memory struck her -a swimming class, breathing exercises, and the rule of three -three minutes without air, three days without water, three weeks without food. She had already sucked water into her lungs. How long did she have? One Mississippi….
Category: Horror
Replacements
The documents were all there, laid out in front of Piana. Self-generated -why would they do such a thing? The images scrolled past -diagrams, chemical syntheses, photos of Piana’s mothers from every angle. The bastards had duplicated everything -even the little scar on Mom’s fingers, where Piana had once bitten her, and the freckling on Momma’s cheeks. Every dot in place.
Marianas
It is a well established fact that the human body (or bodies of the more-or-less human) floats (well, more or less). Human bodies tend to be at least a little less dense than water. Despite this, a human (more or
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The Hungry One
A week ago I didn’t know what it felt like to have a knife pushed through my meat, my tendon, to the bone of my right arm. Thank god I am left handed. Sinistrous. Backwards. Inverted. The nuns couldn’t beat it out of me, no, I was strong then as I am strong now, as unbreakable as an oak, as I have always been, no, the nuns can tease away my flesh and show each other my slick bloody bone and I, I, I will still rise.