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Discovery
I don’t wear makeup, or revealing clothing with this name, in fact each name has her own rules that I follow religiously. When I’m little Liza Monay, I hunch slightly to make my 1.7-meter frame even shorter, and I wear frumpy, dumpy clothes that make me look heaver than my 53 kilos. As I prepare to be the beautiful !Zozs!, all of that changes. Gone are the dull earth tone clothing, in favor of bright shiny fabric. I change the hair on my head for a neon-green colored, sculpted spike set. !Zozs! is vibrant and alive unlike Liza. Bright glittery makeup showcases my fine bone structure, more glitter lightly covers my mostly naked flesh, enhancing the small bits that are not showing, not out of modesty, but to cause a sense of mystery, and a desire in the weak, to see what is hidden. Years of parkour and second story work, done with different names of course, have honed and sculpted my body into the weapon it is today. The makeup has the second function of softening my hard flesh, to make it seem less dangerous. We wouldn’t want to frighten my prey away would we. The final touch, the locket given to her by her mother years past, now attached to a neon-green choker, bringing attention to her long slender neck. !Zozs! is so small, and with her birdlike voice, everyone desires her, none could fear her, done, and perfect.
By Brian Amonette3 years ago in Fiction
The Biggest Boom
Maddie tucked the blanket tighter around her son's shoulders. He loved being as snug as possible. He smiled lovingly at her and she returned it. Pete wiggled a little in the mountain of pillows he used as a bed, finding just the right spot to settle into.
By Ama Levitt3 years ago in Fiction
Lone Survivor
I knew it was all over the second the power went out. Darkness filled the living room, screams could be heard from outside the windows. It was only a matter of time before the radiation got to me. I didn’t dare peek out the window. Instead I sat crouched on the ground, knees to my chest, my face pushed tightly towards my lap. I held my eyes shut for as long as I could, what felt like days.
By Alesia Brooks3 years ago in Fiction
Lost Boys
They’ve done terrible things to get here. Ray watched Jake’s sister sacrifice herself for a distraction; he watched Jake put a bullet in her head, right between the eyes, so she couldn’t be used by the gang of Cherrypickers hauling her away by the ankles. Ray himself slit the throat of his first love, bludgeoned his cousin for attempting to sell Jake to the Kingpins for immunity that anyone with a sound mind knew wouldn’t be respected.
By MarigoldVance3 years ago in Fiction
The Day After
I stare at my bed side clock flashing the familiar 04:00 at me. For the first time in several decades it isn't accompanied by the mind numbing beep I've become accustomed to waking to. I guess I didn't really need the alarm the last decade or so but habit had me set it every night before bed. A pang of loss sounds its way through my chest. I turn over with a heavy sigh.
By Deanna Chaffin3 years ago in Fiction