by Natana Holbrook | Jan 1, 2024 | Uncategorized
For what felt like weeks, I drifted. Hands moved me and rearranged my floppy limbs, voices echoed through my hollow mind. I lay on something soft, a change from before—I thought so, at least. Sometimes I felt a little warmer or a little cooler. But nothing hurt. Even...
by Natana Holbrook | Jan 1, 2024 | Uncategorized
When they didn’t take me out of my cell for a few weeks, I knew my time was up. Or maybe it was a couple of months. I’d long since stopped bothering to scratch marks into the walls of my cell—or into my own flesh, since I healed too quickly and the entertainment value...
by Natana Holbrook | Jan 1, 2024 | Uncategorized
The third confusing, vaguely disturbing email came in with a ping on the Friday afternoon right before midterms. Still desperately trying to get my Chem 101 exam organized, I almost ignored the sound from my laptop. I had the questions scrawled on sticky notes, and...
by Natana Holbrook | Jan 1, 2024 | Uncategorized
“A little help?” Nate said irritably, turning to glare at me over his shoulder. “All those alpha muscles ought to be good for something!” He startled me out of my fugue, and I blinked at my red-faced mate, who was sweating even though the temperature had dropped to...
by Natana Holbrook | Jan 1, 2024 | Uncategorized
Being chained up in a basement wasn’t as bad as being chained up in a cave, an outhouse, or a condemned poultry-processing plant. What did it say about my life that I could draw that comparison? Some might’ve pointed out that I ought to stop doing the shit that led me...
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