The Journal

The Journal

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"There you go, sir. A club soda is 1.50." Hope stuck her hand out for the cash and he gently placed it in her hands. When his fingertips brushed hers, Hope could feel her heart race and her tongue turned to sandpaper in her mouth. It wasn't long before she escaped the confines of reality and entered the cold world of her visions. The poor girl could see the barriers of every tangible thing around her simply blur until it was impossible to decipher. Small details that were once one thing morphed into another, usually not something nearly as beautiful. Hope watched in horror as the man's face turned to stone before her eyes. . . . Hope hadn't had a pleasant childhood. Between her struggles in school and trying to control her visions of the future, things had been tough. But at the age of 23, working as a bartender, she meets a mysterious and attractive man, and everything was going well. That is, before she had a vision of someone she knows, dying. . . .
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In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.

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