I must keep moving. You're not that thirsty. You're not that thirsty. I chanted to myself in my raspy voice. But I wasn't thirsty, I was parched. I poured the last single drop of stale water onto my tongue but it was still nowhere near enough. I had been lost for days, due to my poor navigation skills. All around me was sand, rock and more sand with the odd cactus here and there. Wherever you looked, you were lost. Isolated. Alone. I was homesick and dying of dhydration in the blistering heat of the desert. I would die in the next 24 hours. The thought of a few people came to mind, and suddenly I didn't want to be here.
But it was all worth it to get away from Mythrin.
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A Town Called Yesterday
Ficção AdolescenteIn the not so far off future a town called Mythrin faces a terrible fate. In a world where women are superior to men, Opal faces a harsh truth. Mythrin is running out of females...and when Elliot Parker is added to the equation, Mythrin may just beg...
