Fiction

She tried searching for anything that wasn’t some form of rock or dust. The only thing that seemed to break up the expanse of dust and sand...

“I can’t live like this. I used to be able to because I couldn’t see any reason why not—but then I met you. And now the Game of Secrets wants to keep us apart."

The excitement is near—a lurch, a jolt, a bolt, quickness with agility more than ever before. The powerful, beating sounds, “ba bum, ba bum, ba bum,” gouge through...

James’ shadow entered the room before he did. The scent of tobacco poured from his mouth as he exhaled. It felt as if he didn’t want me near him, but I didn’t want to move.

She had worked in the Ministry of Truth, in the Fiction Department, where she had always done her job as required: working the machines, propagandizing the content for the sake of the Party...

Fire, heat, flames and then the piercing cold. The images flew through him and he twisted. Pain. It was so cold, so very cold. He had to get away. Then there were lights, blazing from above.