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the smell of fresh blood, tasty, hot, young. i’ll eat it, i’ll drink it – mine.

It’s maddening, the urge. Kill, feed, discard. I remember I used to be one of them. I used to be human.

The Third zone is the most dangerous. It’s not like here, in First, where people can shoot you on the street, where you can die of some infection that didn’t even exist two days ago. In Third, everything is clean. […]

Something was wrong with the configuration of the program. That much was clear. Because he was sprouting additional limbs. Hair was growing in places where there shouldn’t have been any. Just what exactly had gone […]

It was a split second, a bolt of green light. He saw his life flash before his eyes. The Boy Who Lived was going to die – finally!, he thought. He has been waiting too long, ever since that decision he made at King’s Cross after talking with Dumbledore, the decision he HAD to make [...]

The advice was to forget. How could I, when every cell in my body remembers you, the way your skin melted into mine, the way your breathing tickled my face, the way you moved against and inside me when we did what certainly was forbidden. We had been one too long, so now that they [...]

The band wraps around your wrist, a mere bracelet to most but so much more to you. It is a symbol, the worn leather reflecting the torment your soul had gone through, the crude knot as if to say “I won’t let go”. And when you take it off, it peels off like a cocoon [...]

I lived in a trailer and you didn’t have a job, we bought the cheap tea and didn’t splurge on ice cream. Now that we have everything, it feels like so much less.

We are like foreign countries to each other, or countries separated in a revolution – you don’t speak my language and I don’t speak yours anymore, where there used to be alliance there now is tension, and I fear the looming war – broken promises, lost souls, charred dead lands.

If my heart was made of chocolate, it would make sense, it would make sense that you should devour it like this, swallow it whole and not leave one bit for me, if my heart was made of chocolate, maybe you’d want to save it because it’s too good.

You swallowed them like chocolate, which you also always ate too much of. Down they went, some to make you sleep, some to make you feel good, some just a random mix to cure illnesses you never had. The only illness that you had was not one to be cured by pills; you can never [...]