Artyom’s skin was burning. Not in the metaphorical sense but the real life, stuck in a building that was on fire, kind of burning.
The waves slapped against the stones in the dreary early morning light, the slow heavy crunch of footsteps and vicious caw of circling seagulls the only sounds that could be heard for miles.
The detective stopped and dug his hands deep into his trouser pockets with a sigh.
My hands are shaking as the adrenaline courses through my body. I can’t control it, the involuntary action is an emotional response to the scenario I’ve been exposed to.
Emily Dove sits across from me as she stares off into space, away with the fairies. She is not one for talking, in fact she is more of a listener and I know it will be hard to get her to open up to me, tell me about herself.
“Literally everything about this is illegal,” Katie whispered, looking over her shoulder for the hundredth time that evening.
“WP: You’re driving to your favorite city when you’re stopped by a police officer. Sure, you were going a few miles over the speed limit, so you’re not overly surprised…”
WP: You pull off your headphones and the whole world shifts. You’re now sitting in a futuristic mall with some sort of VR headset in your hands and a smiling clipboard-wielding lady asking about “The Virtual Life Experience”. The problem: your “virtual” life is the only one you can remember.
A Poem By Freddie Irvin
“Only in my sleep did you truly speak,
And I turned to see if I was dreaming…”
“I paced the room, four steps from the bed to the mirrored glass that I had a sneaking suspicion was a one-way observation window, six steps from the back wall to the door…”
“It’s called Project Echo. We’re a top secret, select group of special people and we’ve been monitoring you.” I had noticed that his dark hands were black with what looked like dirt and a damp earthy smell lingered in the air. I could distinctly remember the feel of the table under my fingertips, the oakContinue reading “Writing Prompt #7”