Pyro

Excerpt [COMING FEBRUARY 2016]

Teaser trailer #2 is attached.

Copyright © 2016 Izzy Saphira

Sunday, April 1, 2050; 11:23 P.M.

By the sound of the nearing, screeching sirens, I estimate a short three or four minutes before I am dead.

Rushing hastily across the dimmed hallway to the claustrophobic bedroom at the end of the corridor, my foot catches the edge of the rug, tripping me.

My arm shoots out to the wall to catch my fall, steadying myself. I draw in a few long breaths, my quick movements exhausting me of what little oxygen I had.

Cursing under my breath, I shift my weight back to my feet once again, and make my way down the rest of the cramped hallway.

I shove the door open in my hurry, reminding myself to take deep breaths so that I won't pass out from the lack of oxygen. If I did pass out, I'll be rendering myself vulnerable to when They come to kill me.

I would have thought that by now, after living nearly half of my life with insufficient levels of oxygen, I'd be inured—accustomed to the pain that came with not enough air to breathe—but it is always just as excruciating as the very first night of The Vacuuming.

I push the covers off the bed, searching for any kind of sign, or message, or anything, and then turn around to the nightstand, yanking out the drawers in a frantic manner.

Pens, papers, and small erasers scatter about the room, cluttering to the floor. The sirens continue to blare closer and closer to the cramped house, adding to the stress of the moment.

Amongst the mess, a small pink journal lay strewn, standing out like a sore thumb.

The sirens continue to wail louder and louder.

Snatching the journal up into my hands, I run my fingers over the familiar vinyl cover, an overwhelming sense of relief flooding every part of my body, as if all of my worries had vanished for this short moment in time.

I flip through the pages, skimming my fingers over the carefully lettered words, the corner of my lip pulling upward ever so slightly with nostalgia. Pink, purple, and green ink is penned across the sheets, recording everything from daily activities, recipes, and short poetry.

I plunk down onto the sunken twin-sized bed, ears hyper-aware of the approaching sirens, my mind engrossing over the small details that the little notebook held.

My fingers quickly flip to the very last entry, making note of the date. March 25th.

 Exactly seven days ago.

The raucous sound of the front door being kicked down startles me, making me drop the journal.

In a quick, sweeping motion, I pick up the vinyl journal, stashing it into the pocket of my jacket, and resting my hands on my knees, waiting for the thundering sound of boots to finally make their way to the bedroom.

"Show your hands! Get on the floor!" Voices boom as the door slams open, six guns pointed directly at my head. "Get down!" Six guns too many.

As the uniformed men demand, I rise from the bed, and then lower myself to the ground slowly.

Taking one last, longing glance around the room, I hold my hands up above me, and surrender to my death. 

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A/N: Hello!

One of the mini teaser trailers is attached (there are two others I'll link below). 

Teaser #1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPO7zeTi1i4

Teaser #3 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gvm7vlxQhU

I'll start posting the story in mid-February, as soon as the Radish app is launched! In the upcoming weeks I'll be asked to pick a few "super fans" to beta test the Radish app and read the story before it's officially out! You'll get free coins to use and everything! If you're interested in becoming a "super fan", sign up with your email here: http://radishfiction.com/?a=izzysaphira ; and do let me know here in the comments :). 

If you have any questions about Pyro, feel free to ask me here. I'll answer as many as I can. (But before you ask, I will not be reposting old stories as of right now, sorry.)

Thank you all, and see you in February. 

Izzy 💕