A Forsworn Fantasy

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  • Twenty-three

    Twenty-three

    My son stands at the head of the table, smiling for the countless phone cameras aimed at his face, lighting it up with flashes. His smile was real at first, I’m sure, but as time wore on, it became less and less so. His face strained to keep that happy façade, when all he wants…

  • Twenty-two

    Twenty-two

    Reece attempts to control his breathing, his hands tightly gripping the armrests of the rickety wooden chair and releasing them over and over. Every few seconds, he glances at the door of the office, then at the clock, which currently shows two minutes past six in the evening.  The door finally opens, and a woman…

  • Twenty-one

    Twenty-one

    The time is ripe. The stage is set. The stars have aligned.  I’m not sure about the last one, actually; I don’t have a telescope. It’s just an expression, anyway. The book says this ritual only needs the things I’ve already set up.  My room looks like a tsunami has swept everything away. My bed…

  • Twenty

    Twenty

    “They’ve disbanded.”  “What?” I exclaimed, setting my book upside-down on the table, open at the page I was on. I stared wide-eyed at my mother as she walked through the front door, setting her straw hat down on the coat rack. “Why?”  She sighed, removing her sunglasses and putting them in her pocket. “This is…

  • Nineteen

    Nineteen

    I awoke with a jolt, the blaring alarm only serving to worsen my already-splitting headache. Groaning, I lifted my hand, pushing it against the glass of the sleep pod and watching it slide open, the stale air of the ship flooding in and making me cough.  I forced myself into a sitting position, but as…