They have amazing toys and gadgets here. Portals and matter creators and holographic projections. They especially love playing with time: rewinding, changing perspective, throwing variables in to create new iterations of dead scenarios. They have every fancy gizmo and innovation from the start to end of time at their disposal and they don’t mind me…
The rain came down, and I ran for my door. The rain served as an excuse. I ran not to escape the taunts. I ran to escape the rain. One is unforgivable weakness. One is understandable reason.As soon as the door shut, I felt secure. I felt protected. The rain outside almost seemed to cover…
We were assigned the same rehabilitation counselor, her appointments always during the twenty minutes before mine. We’d pass in the hallway. Me, leaning against the metal curve of the wall, a paper fortune teller hiding my fingers as I slowly brought the wrinkled paper in and out, back and forth, gaze skimming the faded pencil…
The Accuser would be here soon. Agatha’s powers didn’t answer her call. Lying in the dim light of her bedroom, listening to the soft weeping of one of her descendants, glimmers of light filtered through her consciousness, memories hazy in the sunlight falling on her bed from the window.In her mind, she looked down on…
