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Eliza watches the woman, but the driver hums, “I have.” Sansom turns in his seat to glare at her, then gestures to the woman, “Shut her up.” The woman looks down at Eliza and shrugs, the needle jabs at her neck again and she feels the darkness creeping at her vision again. “I speak the truth and you all know it.” She falls unconscious again, but this time she wakes in a library. Its shelves stretched almost infinitely in every direction around her. Her clothes are different too, matching purple jogging bottoms and a hoodie, with soft fluffy white slipper boots. “Okay, this is new.” She sees a seating area at a crossroads of the library and walks towards it. Curious, she looks through the ite

“Yes, that is true. Now, come with me and I’ll show you where this book will be placed so you can refer to it as needed. You will use it to teach the women what is written in these pages, and the men as well, and begin a new nation of equality for our sex so that no other woman will have to make the choices, or be forced to make choices that are not of her own mind. For your children, and their children and their children.” Anna watched Vashti place the book into a box and then under the loose floorboards near the front door. She found a comfortable spot on the couch and curled up to sleep. She hoped that first light Vashti mentioned would come through her top floor balcony window in Santa M

I suddenly remembered. When I first caught Samson cheating, he had the exact same look on his face. Ha. All men were cut from the same mold. I leaned back, completely at ease and not saying a word. I was simply gazing out the window lazily. It wasn't until the people on their knees were trembling from exhaustion and soaked in cold sweat that I finally spoke, slow and unhurried. "What I do doesn't matter. What matters is what you do."

The neighborhood lay in ruins, with rubble and dust drifting in the air. I furrowed my brows, my OCD pushing me to walk away. Just then, a hunched, filthy woman came in my way. She was wrapped in a filthy down jacket, its original color long buried beneath layers of grime. She clutched a handful of empty plastic bottles, her eyes vacant and glassy. “M-Ms. Bray?” She spoke, her voice raspy and scratchy. I stopped in my tracks and looked at her from a distance. It took a while for me to scan her bloated and wrinkly face before I recognized her to be the once arrogant Little Miss Sunshine.

POV: Lyra The screen of my phone was still glowing with the image of my mother in her hospital bed, and I felt like the floor was tilting beneath my feet, but I had to shove the device into my pocket because the heavy double doors of the executive suite swung open without a warning. A woman walked in like she owned the entire building, her heels clicking with a sharp, arrogant rhythm that demanded attention, and she was holding the hand of a small girl who looked like a miniature version of the face I saw in my own mirror every morning.

I stood frozen in the middle of the parking lot. The neon light from the nearby diner flickered, casting a sickly yellow glow over the asphalt. Bryan was leaning against his car, smiling and tossing that glowing silver eraser as if it were a common coin. He looked so normal, so safe. But the woman stepping out of the black car, the one who looked exactly like an older version of me, was anything but normal. She held the leather-bound book like a shield. On the cover, the words The Final Draft were written in gold that seemed to pulse like a heartbeat.

Wenzou glanced to Winastra who gave her a disapproving look. Wenzou spoke, “I guess that was wrong of me.” Winastra sighed and cuddled her head down onto her pillow tiredly, “Yes and no I suppose. Try to remember how it is that you would like to be treated and treat others accordingly. It is a good rule to live by.” “More thoughts from your big book?” Winastra nodded and was soon asleep. Wenzou was not tired though. Going to the shelf she pulled a big black book that had seen much wear down off the shelf. It was hard for her to read the words, but lighting a candle she did so just the same.

Maybe she was in another life. "Do you mind if I do a quick palm reading?" "Actually—" "Please." Her eyes plead with Sera, speaking to the burning curiosity bubbling inside of her; answers dying to get out from years of oppression. Sera's unable to turn this woman down. Maybe, she has more powers than she thinks. She releases her right hand from where she had both clasped together and places it face up on the table in front of them. Anna spreads out her fingers so they lay flat before she leans back, inspecting it carefully.

" Veronica wake up it's time " i could hear the calls of the servants bound here by whatever sins they were accused of. I didn't want to wake up not because of this endless hell but because My body craved to stay asleep to pretend , to maybe just ignore the outside world, i use to hope for a savior someone to tell me that this is not my reality but i guess you could say I've learned to put away those childish thoughts of love , hope , dreams i was numb i could no longer feel what used to bind me to the everlasting hope that maybe I deserved to fight for a chance at survival. I was nothing

"If you burn this, your story with me... it never reaches a conclusion. We'll be in this 'Volatile Middle' forever. The tension, the fighting, the hunger... it never settles into peace." Elara looked into his grey eyes. She saw the demon who had branded her, the man who had died for her, and the partner who was now standing in the Zero-Point with her. "Peace is just another word for 'Paid in Full', Vane," Elara said. "And I’m not interested in being settled." She touched the flame to the corner of the book. The leather didn't burn with orange fire. It erupted in a geyser of white light and rainbow colored ink. The pages turned into birds made of words, flying out of the vault, through the co