There’s a town on Florida’s west coast that you’ve never heard of. The people that grow up there never escape. The ones that arrive there, do so to die. You might mistake it for a nursing home gone wrong, heaven’s waiting room if you will. So it shouldn’t be a surprise that after Jason managed to escape this place four years ago, he hadn’t returned.
I hear sirens. They ring around me. Banging in my head. I have no memory of the moments prior to this moment. I looked down at the blood that on my hands. It was dripping down my arms. Where did it come from? I looked just past to see the girl lifeless, a cut at her heart and on her neck. The heart’s blood was dried up but went fairly far down her stomach.
John died the same day Jenny’s name moved up on the waitlist. She’d waited three months to reach the top of that list, and was unconscious for most of it. I didn’t see any difference whether she was the one to receive his heart or not.
The rolling hills in northwest Briton were moist and mossy in the small hours of the morning. A thin fog pervasive in the area competed with a low-hanging steamy cloud covering the ground, the heat from registered from the earth conflicting with the cool spring air.
Any half-decent expert will tell you that there are numerous things you should never say to a gurzzle. They are unusually touchy animals and tend to respond to any form of offense—intended or otherwise—with quick, decisive and invariably violent action.
I can feel their warmth. The sweat laden bodies in contortion with each other feeling the natural wonders of their youth burdened by only the mindset that at some hour he or she must return to society discarded, but fresh, transcended, but devastated because perfection is violent.
“Something weird happened,” Jay said. He hurried past Sarah, locked the deadbolt, and then put the chain back on. He looked out the peephole for a minute, tested the door handle to make sure it was locked, and then finally turned to face her.
Are you a good reader? A good reader with short attention span? Do you find it hard to read long novels? Or just don’t have the time with your busy schedule? You’d rather sit down for a good short story, but even a short story can’t engage your attention and you’re craving for a good and challenging short story?