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“We gain strength, and courage, and confidence by each experience in which we really stop to look fear in the face... we must do that which we think we cannot.” -Eleanor Roosevelt “Are you coming out any time soon?” There was a light knock on the bathroom door as Ian’s muffled voice floated to me. I had finished dressing and was now sitting on the edge of the tub in the middle of the bright bathroom. “I think I’m doing just fine in here, thank you very much.” “You’ve been in there for fifteen minutes, plenty of time to get dressed, especially now that you have your shirt,&rdqu

 “Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.” -William S. Burroughs After a moment of strained silence, Bells spoke up. “We have to get you out of there, Anne.” My mind started to race. I had no idea of how many angels were here. Whenever we tried to scout out the numbers to the castle, the raids always ended disastrously. Usually, no one survived and the ones that did were driven mad with the sights they’ve seen. A year before they let me out onto the field, they stopped sending people there so I never got my c

"Get up," my mother told me stonily. "Your grandfather is here and you can't pretend to be asleep until he's gone." "No, but I can try," I said nastily. I hated my grandfather, that wasn't a secret to anyone but him. She flicked on my lights then walked over to my bed and pulled the covers off. "I said get up. I realize that you're not fond of my father but you will be socially acceptable towards him. His brother, my uncle, just died. He's up here on his way to Chicago to prepare the funeral. Cut him some slack." I lazily looked up at my mother then muttered something affirmative. She gave me a hard look then decided I wasn't worth the tim

 “Man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides.”  -André Malraux He jerked me into the room and I bit my lip in protest. Blood was streaming down from my shoulder to my hand. I turned away from Ian and walked to the bathroom before carefully taking my shirt off without jarring my shoulder too much. “What are you doing?” Ian asked me. “Giving you a show.” I said sarcastically “What does it look like? Your satanic princess clawed my shoulder and I’m checking to make sure I didn’t get rabies.” He chuckled then followed me into the bathroom where he leaned against the do

 “We feel free when we escape—even if it be but from the frying pan to the fire.”  -Eric Hoffer Sunlight had warmed my body as I slowly cracked my eyes open. Today must have been an easy day, Tim was letting me sleep in. I snuggled deeper into my pillow and inhaled the scent, expecting the faintest smell that reminded me of my mother. Instead, it smelled different, strange... frightening. With the smell, all of the memories came flooding back. I sat up and frantically opened the buttons of my shirt so I could peer at my chest. Right above my bra was clear skin, not a single blemish in sight. It felt like the rest of my

 “Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.”  -Emily Dickinson The first thing I registered as I regained consciousness, was the soreness spread across my body. It felt like I had been unconscious for quite a while. Silently and without opening my eyes, I assessed my body, subtly moving different parts of my body. I didn’t seem to be injured anywhere but I may have been on some kind of pain killer. There wasn’t anyone in the room with me, I could sense that much. No one was breathing and wherever I was, it was silent. One of my eyes ope

 “It is a man's own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways.”  -Buddha “Weaknesses,” I barked at Bells. She shot me an annoyed look at breaking her concentration but still went along with it. “Wings are the primary target, gut wounds are simplest, head wounds the best, but straight through the heart kind of goes with tradition. Your turn, disadvantages to humans.” I didn't say anything for a moment, as we hid behind a ruined building searching for any sign of movement. We hadn't yet made it to the eastern part of the city, probably a quarter of the way there so about five miles. It fe

 “Anne, take your brother and run. Right now. Don't look back, okay? Not for anything. Go to your safe spot and stay there until someone comes to get you, do you understand?” My mother asked me, eyes tense and afraid. “Momma, what's happening?” I asked, terrified and unable to understand anything that was going on. My mother grabbed my shoulders and turned me to face my brother. She grabbed his hand and connected it with mine, clinging to the both of us as if her life depended on it. Or as if it were the last time she could. “Never let go of Jimmy, Anne, never. Keep him safe,” she said urgently, ignor

When children ask why hell was unleashed on earth, we tell them, “It was the fallen angels.” Then, they ask us why they did all that they did and we tell them, “It’s too complicated for children. Go and play.” They pout, and claim they’re not children but soon forget about it and go on with their lives. It’s when the children get older and see more of the world that they realize, there just wasn’t a way to explain it. We don’t understand why they took over, either. Was there just one reason? One day we were free and the next, most everyone was dead. Can there possibly be one reason for m

She stared blankly, Captivated by something else, The windows called to her, Freedom, it sang, Freedom. Her mind wasn't on the numbers, Nor on the wars and facts, Instead, she dreamt of flying, Freedom, she yearned, Freedom. The bars of her prison sparkled, Deceiving those with it's beauty, It captured the innocent, Freedom, it scoffed, Freedom. Outside the window, birds flew, The wind drifted through their feathers, No bounds limited them, Freedom, they wore, Freedom. Some breeze flew in the window, It smelled of happiness, A smile grew on the girl's face, Freedom, she dreamed. Freedom.