From Bone to Blood to Flesh and Back Again
From Bone to Blood to Flesh and Back Again
The Aberrant remained unsteady on its feet, like a newly birthed calf, its thin needlepoint limb unable to retain traction, skittering and scratching against the hard floor. We were frozen, staring at each other, like we were unsure of which one of us was the predator and which was the prey. The scratching felt like […]
Sullivan’s bodyguards parted the gyrating masses, clearing a path that only stayed open for a few moments. Limbs covered in golden body glitter brushed up against me as the strobing lights allowed only the briefest moments of unintentional eye contact from the dancing club goers before being replaced by some other person, as if the
After we said our goodbyes to the others, Nell and I took a stroll around campus as I tried to explain a TV show that Kay had mentioned at lunch. “So they’re constantly being watched?” Nell asked incredulously. “They sign up for this?” “That’s the impression I got,” I said, realizing that this line of
I lay in bed, alternating between scrolling on my phone and creating tiny growths of antler out of my arm. Nip, my cat, would wiggle his butt, pupils growing large before pouncing at the growth. I would quickly pull the branch back in and he would bat at the spot where they had vanished. There
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~ During the Red Ring conflict ~ “I’ll talk some sense into Louis,” I said, glancing at my brother with distaste. “Now go!” Nick studied me for a moment through the eye slits in his helmet. He was a sight to behold in that armour, which was grown rather than forged. I wondered if he
The singer screamed fitfully, hoarse vocals scratching a difficult to reach itch in Bailey’s brain. The guitar screeched, the drummer mashed frenzied rhythms. It was a mess but it felt right. It spoke to them. The world was a mess, just like this song. The people that denied that, they were the ones who were
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Seeing Alek again made all the resentment and anger I’d felt when he had abandoned us to the Arachknights come rushing back. I struggled to rise, baring my teeth as I pushed against his weight. He slammed me back down, his expression a reflection of my own. “You’ve gotten lazy, cyka. I saw through that
I sat there, listening to the clicking sounds as my face bones rubbed against each other, Nell making minute adjustments as she slowly changed my face to the Crowman’s. “I kinda hate this,” I murmured, trying not to move despite every instinct inside me screaming that I needed to get away. “Why?” Nell asked, frowning
My mind was reeling with the thought that my parents could be caught up in the conflict. I could tell them to leave but how could I convince them? I could think of one thing… Show them what you have become. Reveal my abilities and risk losing that connection forever. Just when I was making
B stands for Bailey. It was the goth, part of the trio of friends who were talking to me on a regular basis at university. Bailey was engrossed in whatever they were doing on their computer. I was suddenly very conscious of the armour that surrounded my face. Had they recognized me? If they had,