The park was quiet, with a few evening couples taking a stroll. Others took their time, sitting on benches to watch as the stars appeared in the sky. Caleb guided a wary Charlotte, feeling her hand twitch in his as she resisted the urge to hiss. It was the most normal either of them hadContinue reading “Charlotte: A Little Piece Of Her.”
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Daciana: Spaghetti
Casimir was slow to give Daciana back her freedom after the Sulani stunt. She had lived on plasma packs and denied contact with her friends. Casimir knew what Daciana had done to Layton in a public setting. Daciana lacked remorse for her actions, blaming her inherent blood lust on a life she did not choose.Continue reading “Daciana: Spaghetti”
Luliana: An Imperfect First
Boston made a point of walking Luliana home every night. He was plucking up the courage to ask her on a date or prom. At least, this is what Luliana played over in her mind. Boston would stop her, take her boba tea, placing it on a nearby wall. He would take her hands inContinue reading “Luliana: An Imperfect First”
Luliana: Boba and Boston
Luliana stepped out of the classroom, her head bowed in shame. Her fellow troublemakers jostled past her, mocking and poking. Leaning against the wall, Luliana recognised the trainers. Boston has the same scuff marks on his trainers. The micro tear to the edge of his jeans, she memorised it all. Luliana lifted her head toContinue reading “Luliana: Boba and Boston”
Luliana: The Boy I Love
Luliana stroked her face, checking her cream had caressed her skin into a healthy glow. Her hair was thick blonde curls, still bouncing over her shoulders when in a high ponytail. Sapphire blue eyes beamed back from the reflection, which sparkled when she smiled. Luliana patted her figure. She had curves, not in the placesContinue reading “Luliana: The Boy I Love”
Daciana: Sobering
Daciana wanted to crawl into bed. Sink into the comfort of her soft mattress, the blankets pulled around. She imagined the darkness of the room swallowing her. The effect of the alien blood waned over the hours it took to travel home. In her short life, she had known hunger, an unsatisfied feeling that hisContinue reading “Daciana: Sobering”
Daciana: Spaceman
Her breath was shallow, eyes were like saucers watching a transformation. He altered the physical form of peachy human flesh to a yellowed apple green. His eyes blackened with galaxies swirling within them. Koa held the power of metachrosis to make himself appear human through the colour of his skin. It was their camouflage inContinue reading “Daciana: Spaceman”
Daciana: Whiskey Koa
The bar was a beautiful fire hazard, crafted from straw and wood. The open structure invited in nature with no glass to separate the world from the shelter. Flames illuminated the space outside, offering unnecessary warmth. Daciana regretted keeping the wig on when they landed. The synthetic fibres made her head itch and hot. SheContinue reading “Daciana: Whiskey Koa”
Daciana: Mai Tai
Daciana clutched the red passport, running her fingers through her blonde wig. There were advantages to having a twin sister. Although they were not identical, they shared enough similarities. Daciana pinned her hopes on the busy passport check-in so they would let her pass. She forgot the introduction of the facial and passport recognition scanners.Continue reading “Daciana: Mai Tai”
Daciana: Teenage Vampire
Leticia slammed her book. It left her hand with such force as to draw the attention of Casimir. It silenced his conversation with Patrick. The vampire tutor was stepping back from his teachings. He remained incapable of forcing Daciana to leave her family. Or the freedom she believed staying offered. Daciana could feed on herContinue reading “Daciana: Teenage Vampire”
By the Grace of Sim Gods 