Motionless In White A-m-e-r-i-c-a Novels & Stories

White howl, anointed howl, First Mother howl, that made northern lights flicker green pink white and made ice under Harlan truck crack loud and made Council thermal drones short out and made fifteen white wolves behind me howl with me and made Jax break free from their hold and run across ice toward us, four lines blazing like small suns, faster than any Guardian should run on ice that kills Guardians who break scatter. Harlan fell back into truck bed, scrambling, shouting, “Kaden, help me! Lena, get net!” But Kaden was looking at me, at my white hair and white eyes and burned hands healing, and his empty eyes filled with tears for first time since Lena marked him, and he whispered, “Amelia—

Her brown eyes glowed with mirth, her dark hair shining brightly as she smiled, flashing her perfect set of white teeth, her canines glistening in the sun. She was beautiful. Her perfect caramel skin glowed in the sun, glistening with sweat as she fought against her opponent confidently, her movements fluid and swift. She wore her signature leather pants paired with a white tank top, flaunting her perfectly toned arms. Amaya Michealson.

A week had passed since the incident. Clover rubbed her palms against the cup of Americano she made for herself. Its warmth was easing the morning chill biting into her skin. She watched the streets from the twentieth floor. The sky was dark; lamp posts were still turned on. A soothing breeze blew past her hair, leaving behind faint cooling touches on her face. She took a deep breath. It had been a long time ever since she felt this peaceful. "Why do humans love making things complicated when the world can be so simple and beautiful?"

It seems like she wants to run away from them but she was cornered by the four of them. "Oooh, really? Don’t you want to come with us? We’re famous and you can be famous too when you stick with us. " Vivian said in a sweet but sarcastic tone. Famous your face. You just wanted her to be your slave to follow you around. "Or maybe she wants to join Harmony. Aren’t you? " Mia said in a threatening way. I peeked from the side of the door to see what’s going on. They were facing the other direction so they didn’t see me. Page was still sitting on her seat staring at her hands. I can barely see her because Vivian, Wilona, Mia, and Blanche.

I tried knowing what was going on with her but she didn't respond but actions showed that she was in a hurry. "Where's Luciano?" She asked me. "He should be in his office, why don't you go see him there?" I suggested. "I don't think I can go in right now, I don't want to get white," She disagreed leaving me confused. "What do you mean by 'being white'?" I asked feeling really puzzled. "Don't worry about it, Amara, you wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you now," She dismissed my question and walked away.

I remember the words of a chant guiding my fingers as I worked. What was it? I close my eyes and let the whisper enter my flesh and blood, my lips move and I recite ... When dreamers dream They guard within A secret they must cherish, until Mother Moon through watery hue with iron she will not perish. Then with a final cry from Esme of "Go with the Goddess!" we are there. The crackle of pine needles beneath our feet, the scent of pine and something else much, much darker. I am home. And everything is wrong.

She saw it struggle for balance before releasing a howl that sent her staggering backwards in a nasty fall. She was all white when she got up, securing the bottle around her neck, she raced the long way back, and not once did she turn.

Elara White. Not light. Not color. Just white. A blank so raw it scrapes thought from my skull. I don’t know if my eyes are open. I don’t know if I have eyes. Then—pain. Sharp. Deep. Human. I clutch it like a rope and drag myself up through the endless white until— Sound. A sound that isn’t a sound but a vibration through my bones, through the marrow, through the spaces between atoms. A scream so vast it isn’t noise at all—it’s meaning.

White noise swallowed everything. Not silence this time—something worse. Her thoughts, ears and skull were under a constant pressure, making even the slightest panic seem like someone else's. The feeling was so strong. Amina stood in the crashing white space, her weightless and unattached. The hospital room was gone. The nurse was gone. A view of a city from the window, along with its walls and bed.—. All wiped away in one continuous, unceasing unravel. And yet—.

Mom said he was too ashamed. On her deathbed, Mom asked me. "Zack, will you be my son again in the next life, will you?" I stared at her face, aged a decade in moments. My heart was too heavy to do anything but nod. As I drifted away, Liliana, who was always so distant and aloof, wept uncontrollably. Yet, she never got my forgiveness. She whispered her regrets. I closed my eyes. Farewell to this messed-up world!