DNF: Royal Replicas by Michael Pierce Read more about why I could NOT finish this book and why you should avoid it.
Tag: post-apocalyptic
We need a Favor
Here’s the most recent installment in my World of Radiation series. Read about Car, Jade, Lea, Mal, and more.
Not my Life
Here’s the most recent installment in my World of Radiation series. Read about Car, Jade, Lea, Mal, and more.
Judging Reactions
Here’s the most recent installment in my World of Radiation series. Read about Car, Jade, Lea, Mal, and more.
Warring Packs
Continued from 'Pack Mentality' "I can't stay." The words pop from my mouth before I can even understand what I'm saying. The outer corners of Mal's eyes droop as if weighed down by her dark eyebrows, but she doesn't fight me. "Very well. If you're more of a lone wolf, I can understand that." Even… Continue reading Warring Packs
Building Electricity
Here's the most recent installment in my World of Radiation series. Read about Kalla, Julian, and some electricity adaptation fighters.
Pack Mentality
Continued from 'Trauma' I'm not sure whether it's the command she holds over the other girls or the sincerity in her voice that calms me, but I manage a nod. I agree to get some air with her. The girl with the amber eyes moves towards me. Her hands stretch towards me. She moves to… Continue reading Pack Mentality
Figure it out Together
Continued from 'Caged Animal' "Where's my brother?" he demands again, his voice growing louder. "I don't know," Arabella answers, her words shaking. The boy throws his head about, glancing at the two children again, then the door. His icy eyes flicker to Arabella standing just before the opening before he runs. I jump away. My… Continue reading Figure it out Together
Responsibility
Continued from 'Accusation' Sweat slides down the back of my neck. My heart races, pounding in my chest like it's trying to get out. Tears trickle down my cheeks, removing the dust from my eyes and fear screams for me to run. Yet, my body remains immobile. I can't move except for the strange spasms… Continue reading Responsibility
Trauma
Continued from 'Rescuer' Warmth envelops me. It curls around me and holds me, offering its security and comfort. Yet, the pain of my shoulder, my leg, my back, and my throat burn despite the blanket. They pierce through the veil of bliss. They draw me back to consciousness where I lay on the ground in… Continue reading Trauma
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