science-fiction

Time is a thief. A killer. Time is killing him.

If this is my final moment,_ she says, __hen I can die happy.___s that why you__e saying all this? Because you think we__e going to die?___ don__ know,_ she admits.__ammit, Summer._ He clings to her waist, grip desperate, eyes heavy with torment. __ou__e saying everything I want to hear, but I don__ know if I can trust it.

Her gaze travels back to the lie twisted in a tempest of mud and blood. She witnesses the culmination of her recklessness through a curved lens. Absorbed in life uncoiling, unaware of the world beyond this ridge. His light hair, darkened by rain. His stiff shoulders, full of pain. The vision poisoned with truth. With rust-stained hues.

She feels him scoot closer, the heat of him radiating off his chest and absorbing into her skin. His legs straddle her from behind, and he places delicate kisses along her shoulder, her back, the very center of her spine. Each time is like an electric current surging through her, soul stirring and lovely.

You could've at least let me know you weren't dead by the way. I was actually kind of sad about that." "That's a pretty incredible sentiment, coming from you.

You didn__ tell Summer about it, did you?___hat?_ Gage scoffs. __eah, telling your girlfriend the Angel of Death might visit her if some switch is flipped is normal pillow talk.

© Carlyle Labuschagne 2014" As I watched her run down the path and melt with the shadows, I wasn't sure how to feel about her, or the fact that I may just have aided in her escape and doomed us all. I wanted to believe that anyone given a second chance would use it wisely. But wisdom I guess is hard to obtain when destiny stands in its way.

She waits for his reprimand or words of disapproval.He kisses her instead. Hard. Lips demanding, fingers tightening on her chin. He consumes her with this single act.

Landon drops the bloody knife and stares at Summer like he doesn__ even know her anymore. The truth is, she__l never be the girl she was seven months ago. Too much has happened. Too much has changed.__hy__ you do that?_ Summer cries.__o save you,_ he says.But there__ nothing left to save.

The day the nation voted on whether I__ live or die, I woke up with a headache.

Dreams deny her the freedom she truly seeks. Darkness consumes. Leg muscles burn. She runs away, even while lost in the paradise of sleep. Gravity is a crushing force bearing down on her chest, shattering wings and refusing her flight. A whisper in her mind. You don__ belong here.

I sort of liked the sound of bones breaking. It was like home.

We all know interspecies romance is weird.

Dammit, Gage. What the hell were you thinking?___ wasn__,_ he shouts. __ was upset she wanted to stay, and I lost it.__than scoffs. __eah, you did._____ an idiot.___eah, you are.___hut up.

When I see your scars, do I want to erase them? Absolutely. But not your physical scars. The real ones, beneath the surface. The ones that compel you to stay silent or force you to cringe. Those are the scars I want to obliterate._ His finger circles the dip of a burn mark on her forearm. __his is a battle trophy and nothing to be ashamed of. Every one of your scars makes you more beautiful to me.

Avery slides on his glasses and opens his eyes again. __ammit!_ he says again with more feeling. __hy does stuff like this keep happening?___ou say that as if it__ a bad thing,_ Rob says, smirking.

Maybe the Society was right all along. From the very beginning, that__ what they called her. A time bomb.Tick, tick, tick.

I thought it was just him,_ she says, ignoring him. __ut then I found out I had the same effect, which means the Society did something to my head too.__age__ eyes close, horror washing over him. __ou really do love him.___es. No. I don__ know._ Her cries start up again, piercing his heart. __age, help me.___ love you,_ he says, holding her closer. __hat__ real.