Vibrant.

Somehow I find myself in my very own dystopian novel. Not unlike Divergent or Marie Lu’s Legend. Some great war or natural disaster has wrecked havoc and what’s left of the human race hide in pockets of the earth that haven’t been destroyed.

Little Sister – she’s not really my little sister, but it’s easier to pretend we’re family – we make our lives in a tree-house out the back of an expansive house. Half the house has caved in but what does that matter to us. We’ve got our tree-house.

The sound of heavy machinery echos toward our area.

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The Runners

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The familiar ring of sirens blast throughout the city. I run searching for shelter, even though I know I’ll find none.

World War Zzzzzzzz

I can’t believe it. I try, but my mind just can’t seem to wrap around what’s happening.

The people around me move into action, setting watches and checking their ammunition. This feels more like a movie than real life.

In fact, just like a film, the world seems to slow around me as I watch the gates shut and something in my brain finally clicks into place.

I’m not watching World War Z, I’m experiencing it.

Dystopian Troll

I never thought I’d see the world this way. A perfect resemblance of a YA dystopian novel. If I’d known how hard this life was, I’d never have entertained myself with hours of devouring those novels.

We’ve been traveling for days.

Bone weary and chilled through threadbare coats. There’s been nothing but grey stormy skies and frostbitten wind pushing at our tattered clothes. I can’t remember the last time I felt clean. Most of the streams we pass are frozen over and the places the water does still flow are green with toxins.

Always.

I’m being tricked, I know it, but there doesn’t seem to be a way out.

It started yesterday. I woke to find a man sitting at the foot of my bed. I have no idea how he got there, but to say I was scared is the understatement of the year.

Ubiquitous

We’ve lost a piece and without it we’ll never be able to fix them. We’re searching the room for it and I catch a glimpse of what looks like the Mad Hatter scurrying away. He looks back with the famous face of Johnny Depp and I see he’s holding the piece I need in his hands.

“Hey!” I run after him and he turns to flee.

I feel like Alice in Wonderland chasing after the white rabbit.

Within moments I’m by his side. His jittery behavior reminds me of Edward Scissorhands. “He took it.”

Super Nuts

It’s as if I’ve become a fly on the wall, able to observe everything like the eye of a camera. And I watch a man with dark hair and dark-rimmed glasses take in the room before him.

He’s new. The duffle bag in his left hand makes that obvious.

He glances from bed, to bed in the large dorm room and I can tell by the way he pulls his brows together he’s not sure which one is meant to be his.