TRYST – Fractured
We learned secrecy young—two girls taught to swallow our hunger—so we meet up at nightfall once the last lights have gone out.
Sister, Silkie, Siren, Shark
We had no one to ask but each other, and we had no answers.
The Creature
Its pink gelatinous body, now bloated and round, was starting to curl around the lamppost and nibble the top of it.
Lily, the Immortal
What matters most to me is that I’ve made a difference in the world I’ve left behind,
Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board ~ by Melissa Fitzpatrick
By now, we have learned the real story of one of our deaths. But back then, we only imagined. The stories we told were part of the game.