Katie wakes suddenly, without warning, eyes flung so wide each iris is a perfect orb of rusty chocolate, every thought in high definition.
Her eyes take in every ray of light and without a doubt she knows she's been out of it for too long this time.
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She had developed a rare neurological disorder at the age of three, when she woke up screaming, foreseeing the hooded vale of death which hung over her mother.
Two years later, the warmth of her life vanished as death cruelly snatched her mother away, leaving her numb.
She cried with more violence than any gale.
She cried as if the ferocity of it might bring her back.
She cried until there was nothing left inside but a raw emptiness that nibbles at her insides like an angry rat.
She didn't break quietly; it was like every atom of her being screamed in unison, traumatising screams of a mourning child.
When the wracking sobs passed she cried in such a desolate way that no-one could bare to listen for long.
She had gone from gregarious to hanging by a thread, a transformation no-one knew how to reverse.
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Drown the future
Short StoryThe dystopia of the average person is the utopia of the psychopath. You've only got to look at the general direction the world is heading in to know who is in charge... "Is it better for a man to have chosen evil than to have good imposed upon him?"
