My name’s Phoebe. In my world, the beautiful survive… Anyone normal is shunned and only few come out on top. Scientists created a special surgery to make you look like whatever you want. No one will even remember what you used to look like. It was governmentally funded for, Lord knows what. What interest would the government have in some beauty treatment? What will happen when Phoebe finds out what exactly what the surgery is for? What happens when Phoebe learns the surgery does more to her than make her pretty? Her mom always gave Phoebe warnings, but she never listened. She looked at the beautiful girls and boys texting on their phones, wearing perfume or cologne, beautiful faces that someone could never stay mad at… She wanted to be one. She always was shunned by her ex-best friend who just turned pretty. He was always there for her but when she joins the pretties she will regain his friendship with a price. Being pretty.

What happens when one day a year you can go out and kill anyone you please -- with no consequences? It's up to you, stay inside and wait it out, or go out and join the celebration. Murder Day was my first dream turned short story, it inspired me to transcribe more of my subconscious wonderings and share them with you all. Some are frightening, some are sad, and maybe some day there might even be a happy one or two?