On The Line Novels & Stories

Just before I passed out on the cold bathroom floor, I caught a glimpse of Jessica's latest post on her social feed. It was a photo of two hands tightly holding each other, and I recognized Zach's hand immediately. His left hand, where a ring should have been, was now marked only by a faint line. The caption read: "No matter where I am, I'll be there if you need me."

I walked over to the long line of glass mirrors hanging above the perimeter sinks, my hands trembling as I reached down to fix the hem of my twisted skirt and pull my oversized sweater back down over my hips. I looked up at my reflection, my breath catching instantly in my throat. I reached down, my shaking fingers pulling the waistband of my skirt slightly to the side. Right there, forming directly over my pale hip bone, was a dark, deep purple mark. It was shaped perfectly by the heavy print of Leo's fingers, a brutal, undeniable brand burning into my skin where nobody else in this school would ever see it.

That's something. The game goes on. Callum comments on a missed tackle. Caleb answers, something about the linebacker being slow off the snap. I listen to their voices weave around each other, familiar and easy, and I wonder if they can feel the crack running through this room, this night, this whole apartment. I wonder if they can feel me, sitting here, holding a secret that's going to split them open. Caleb's phone buzzes again. This time he doesn't look at it. He sets it face-down on the counter.

A Few early students move across the grounds, preparing for orientation. As I start to take a sip of coffee from my mug, I can’t help but wonder what they’ll think of me. A newbie in the sea of others. An outsider. The one who kept to himself. The kettle whistles reminding me that I forgot to turn the stove off. I grab my phone, a message blinks from Andrew. “Don’t ghost me Sim. You alive?” I smirked. “Barely, settling in.” He replies fast, chronically online as always. “Get some sunlight. And don’t forget to smile otherwise you’ll scare off all the kids.”

Before leaving, he pecked my forehead and said, "We'll talk later, okay?" No, Daniel. We would not talk "later", or ever again, for that matter.

If they reach our front line, it’s over. I lift both hands and call on everything inside me. The wave I send this time is larger and thicker than anything I’ve ever conjured before. It’s a tidal wave, ready to take out anyone in its path. I freeze it midair and slam it into the line of Oceanan soldiers rushing toward the eastern flank. It hits hard. Men fall. Ice explodes into mist. For one brief moment, they retreat, but it isn’t enough. A third wave follows, and the Altinnian line starts to break apart. I turn, trying to hold the center with another blast of ice, but I am too slow.

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"Good morning class. We have a new student amongst us today. Can you please stand and introduce yourself?" I confidently stand up from my seat beside Thea. "Hello everyone. I'm Onda. Onda Silver Thorne." "Talk about weird names." A male voice behind me says causing some people to snicker. I ignore him and continue. “I’m 17 years old and I’m from…” I can’t say Zorah now can I? Say Australia. "Australia?" That came out more as a question. "Where in Australia?" The teacher asks. Katherine. "Katherine?" That also came out as a question.

Our melody sounds like a river, rushing in September, together with the howl of the evergreen. "Can you hear it?" he asked. "Yeah, it is lovely." "That is what our melody sounds like. Serene." I opened my eyes and looked at him. You can see how beautiful his eyes are when the sunlight illuminates them. "The Dot, we could stop it," I said "But how? you can't control the Dot. There is no way to stop it." "If we stick together, and find out why the Dot is here trying to ruin everything, we can stop it. If a deadly bomb can be defused, we could also do it to the Dot."

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