Bleach Asylum Novels & Stories

The ordinary, extraordinary texture of it. She thought: I need that Tuesday kitchen to still exist tomorrow. The hospital was what hospitals are at midnight — fluorescent, efficient, smelling of antiseptic and the specific anxiety of people waiting to hear things. She gave his name at reception. She was taken back to a curtained bay where Caleb was sitting upright in a hospital bed with an IV in his arm and an expression on his face that she recognized immediately: the expression of a man who was embarrassed to have frightened someone. "I'm fine," he said.

The wind scattered the ashes, and the rain soaked them, washing them away little by little amidst the flowing water. Sheila fell out of her wheelchair and hit the ground. Ignoring the pain, she crawled toward the drain, desperately trying to gather the ashes with her hands. It was hopeless. "My baby… My baby..." She could only watch as her child's ashes slowly disappeared. There was nothing she could do. It felt as though someone had torn her heart apart. She knelt in the mud, sobbing as she reached deep into the drain again and again. Her hands quickly became caked with filth, but she kept searching.

"And if nothing does?" Seyla doesn't hesitate. "You get kicked out, unless a beast takes you out first.” I nod once. Makes sense. Nothing here is built for people who fail. "You're not worried?" Luca asks. "No." He frowns. "How come?" Because I won’t be here then. I will play my part as the good little student, while I silently plan my escape. I don’t want or need to be bonded. My place is not here at Aetherion Academy. I seek vengeance for my parents. I seek vengeance for my baby sister. I seek vengeance for myself and every single scar I never deserved.

She clicked on it and it read; “Congratulations on being accepted to Blackthorn Academy! Hi Julianne Ashwynd, We’ve collected your name and address from the website. The bus to Blackthorn leaves in two days. Please find your way to any bus stand and be there before 8 am. All details will be passed on by Headmistress Eldryn when you arrive. We look forward to serving you our best in our prestigious school. Best regards!”

Hermione sang, she was wearing a beautiful black blouse with jeans. She had washed her hair and still had a faint blush on both cheeks. Her white skin gleamed like alabaster and Ruke became aware that he had not cleaned up. Hermione however ushered him out of the house, locked her door and they drove back towards the woods.

In the doorway I see my mum linger, smiling at me and I carefully return it. "Omg sorry Sammy! How are you feeling? Omg I couldn't find Braze and I thought maybe he escaped from this awful place I mean look at it! White walls with people wearing white everywhere. I can only see white for god sake I think I'm gonna go blind and only se white for the rest of my life like have they ever tried yellow? Or blue? Or green? Or indigo?Or red? Red would've been really cool! But seriously I'm getting dizzy because of all the white it's so much white that I'm gonna get sick or turn into an angel because when I think white I think heaven and when I think heaven I think angels and when I think-" "Oh my go

'Because I can't have you hear my quiet screams. Celestin is sure that Blair would hear it since Blair's power is sound manipulation. She could control sound however she wants it, perfect power for someone like her. "This is my floor, so I'll stop here." She turned around and started walking away. But before she could get away, Celestin spoke for the last time, enough for Blair to hear it. "Goodnight Blair, see you tomorrow." At this, the girl turned to her with her fingers fidgeting and her gazes avoiding hers.

Blood smears across the carpet, dark streaks that'll never come out. Good thing this place sees worse things than murder. The bathtub is barely big enough, but I manage to fold him inside. His head lolls at an unnatural angle. I turn away, focusing on the next step. Bleach. Lots of it. The motel's supply closet is a joke—just cleaning rags and half-empty bottles. But there's enough bleach to burn away DNA. I pour it over everything: the carpet, the walls, the doorknobs. The chemical smell makes my eyes water.

I find myself once again sitting in the familiar white leather recliner chair. This place was terrible. The smell of bleach always burnt my nose, it was so sterile. Almost as if they were trying to hide the blood shed they had caused. It freighted me, what did they do in here that required the place to be cleaned so thoroughly, the smell of bleach was consuming. I could only imagine the un-imaginable things they were doing to some of the people here on their visits. I had learnt very early on the only way to survive here is to stay out of trouble and lie.

I tuned the dial, searching for any government or military frequency. Static. More static. Then— “This is the Colorado National Guard, 142nd Brigade. Identify yourself.” I almost cried with relief. “This is the Aspen Sanctuary. I’m Dr. Scarlett. We are under zombie attack and require immediate extraction.” A pause. “Please repeat your location.” “The Aspen ski resort, the converted sanctuary. Coordinates are—” “Hold on.” The voice turned cold. “You mean the location we've marked as a Red Zone?” “Red Zone? What does that mean?”