Electrocute Stories

The bandages that covered his face in life have fallen away, all incinerated and hanging loosely around his neck. His face is completely destroyed. Unrecognizable. The skin covering his face is no longer there, all having melted away. His blood vessels have all burst, his nerves have fried along with the majority of his muscles. His jaw opens and closes a little bit. His eyes bore into me. They're large and round and completely accusing. His teeth are covered in bits of burnt muscle. I feel my heart thudding in my chest. He steps closer, closer. His bone gleams in the dim light. As he closes in on me, a pounding noise begins ringing through my ears. My heart beat- ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. It looked like he had been tossed into a fryer, fried alive, and he had been. By me. I did this to someone. I killed someone's team mate, someone's son. I killed someone's important person. -- Kimiko Kioku, a memory keeper. Never forgets anything, always notices, from the exact way the wind blew her hair against her face to coloring with her brother at five to the lullaby her mother would sing to her as she rocked her when she was not even a year old. She remembers. She remembers the blood, the glassy, clouded over eyes her brother had as he said his last words. She remembers the very first person she killed. She remembers how abandoned she feels, and how everything always feels like it's falling apart at the seams. (Can you say 'worst summary ever to exist'? Okay, maybe not that bad. But still pretty bad.)

Children all over the world have been told varieties of different Fairy Tales, from second prettiest Witch Queens and the most gullible princesses in the world, to disturbing wolf grandmas and slow-minded girls wearing red. Though no matter how varied and odd these stories are, they all have one thing in common: the good always win. After all, they are just stories; hence the term 'Tales'. Or so everyone thinks. What if the 'Tale' in Fairy Tales meant something else entirely? If the good guys were the actual evil doers and the bad guys were the ones being framed? If all of these fantasies our parents told us, and their parents told them, were half true? Follow two siblings on this eyebrow-raising quest, as they find out what is true and what is bogus, and try to figure out who they can trust and who the actual 'villains' are.

A little atom is born with unusual powers: electricity comes out of him whenever he touches anyone! As he gets older, he misses the hugs, kisses, and love of family and friends, and learns to never touch any of the other atoms lest they be ELECTROCUTED! I created this character with an AI Image Generator and am using that as inspiration.

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