Vincent wasn’t sure if it was minutes or hours before the energy fields blocking off their exits crackled off. As the emergency hatch on the roof screeched open, he scrambled to his feet. His legs were still shaking, but he wasn’t about to greet whatever envoy the mysterious voice had promised sitting on his ass … Continue reading Year 352 A.E., Rotation 124: Happily Ever Exiled, Part 5 →

Vincent tried to keep his breathing even, but he couldn’t seem to collect enough air to fill his chest. Breath, you dumb ass. You aren’t in any immediate danger. Your therapist said you had a handle on this months ago, long before you stopped going. Your jacket is purple and Dominique’s hair is black and … Continue reading Year 352 A.E., Rotation 124: Happily Ever Exiled, Part 4 →