Strange World - Book 1 - Grimoire (Chapter 00)
MOMENT 00: TERMINAL
“Seven days,” said Dr. Clar. “You have seven days to live.”
Mom broke into deep sobs, and Dad turned, staring out the window. Had I shamed him again? He couldn't even bear to look at me. Not that it mattered; he hadn't been around much anyhow.
My little sister, Kat, cooed at first, but even at her young age, saw the pain in everyone's eyes. Our parents were both devastated, shouldn’t that have been my right?
Dr. Clar, a kind man, looked as pained as my parents. He obviously didn't enjoy telling fourteen-year-olds they were dying. I had only a week until I would be dead.
Dad still didn't turn back, but said, “Can anything be done? Is there a way to give him more time?”
Dr. Clar grimaced. “As I said, I’ve only seen this illness once before in my fifty years of practice. The other hangs on only by
Dark Dayz: VR Dawn (Chapter 00)
DARK DAYZ – I – VR DAWN
BIT 00: NEWS REPORT
"Do not, repeat, do not dive into the new virtual reality game DarkDays," A reporter repeated as she stood in front of the Epic Impossibilities Game Studio. “The state of the one million hostages is currently unknown."
"Yeah, yeah," I muttered. "The game sold out in minutes; everyone was happy to play the very first REAL virtual reality MMORPG."
The reporter continued her rant, "At first it was all fun and games until a hacker known as ‘Z’ attacked the game’s system. Players found themselves unable to log out, and a reported spike in the game’s difficulty occurred. One by one, players have died in real life. We do not know what is happing in the game, but it has taken the lives of thousands in just one week.
Today the president herself has sent out a warning, “If you come into contact with a copy of DarkDays, and its VR head
Crimson Wars: Blood Sisters (Chapter 02)
DROP 02: MONDAY
My eyes were crusted shut. I swiped my hand across my face, clearing the gunk, and stared up at the ceiling of my bedroom. Each of the posters stared back at me, some depicting dark unicorns, others with morbid skeletal firebirds, and then, of course, those with dire wolves, and other fanged beasts. There were my friends, and no one else.
"Why does life suck so badly?" I whispered, wiping my eyes once more.
Morning light came in through my heavy drawn curtains and the babbling of a brook through the open window. The air felt fresh on my skin, which meant another maybe not-so-hot day in Crimson Wharf.
My head rolled the other way, and I looked at my dragon alarm clock, which took the shape of a spiked, winged dragon. More than once, I'd stabbed myself rolling over to turn it off. Eventually, I'd stopped setting the alarm and gained a pretty accurate internal clock.
Crimson Wars: Blood Sisters (Chapter 01)
DROP 01: NIGHTMARE
A mysterious girl with blue hair. She couldn't exist. That's what I kept telling myself as I walked barefoot, along the side of the road. I had no way of knowing of the time since my watch had died in the water. Not only had it died, but I should also've died. I stopped and looked at the clear, star-lit sky. In Crimson Wharf, the stars were almost always visible, it seemed.
"What just happened?" I whispered, taking my crimson hair in hand and squeezing out the water.
I gave a heavy sigh and thought about dropping my boots. They weighed enough regularly, but now they were soaked. Of course, that's what happens when you jumped into the ocean fully clothed. You get soaked. Also, of course, I'd had no intention of ever surfacing again. My thoughts went full circle back to the fanged girl.
"Dammit." I lowered my eyes. "Why can't I get you out of my head?"
Crimson Wars: Blood Sisters (Chapter 00)
DROP 00: FIRST DROP
The first sensation came. Cold. Icy coldness enveloped every inch of my body. As much as I wanted to keep my eyes closed until the end, they flew open on their own. It didn't matter. I couldn't see anything through the dark abyss. For some reason, I'd taken a deep breath first. It could be chocked up to reflex, or maybe fear. Drowning would not be a pleasant experience.
As I sank, my life flashed before my eyes. I saw my mom, who had been dead for several years. She loved me more than anything else in the world; this much I remembered--unlike that asshole who dared call himself a father. Anyone who could punch their daughter in the face for coming home late did not deserve a child.
Even if I wanted to turn back, to swim up and take another shot at life, I would never be able to--My boots were heavy and pulled me deeper by the second.
I closed my eyes again, ignoring the urge to ope