(4) Katherine

Seth Horne was an evil man. The greatest adversary to the people he wants to be in charge of. The very people who would determine his fate as their leader are the ones he’s killing.

You wanna know the worst thing about the whole thing is? We all know what’s going on. This exactly was never a secret because there was nothing we could, or would, do about it. And they know that.  

No one has said anything, and no one will because no one feels fear anymore. Being afraid, scared, and frightened no longer exists – just like it’s been for many generations now.

We lost our ability to be fearful since humanity began believing that we no longer had any threats our existence. As a species, we are arrogant enough to be sure, with every fibre of our being, that we are at the very top of the food chain.

Seems like everyone’s ignored the fact that since the beginning of our existence we’ve been destroying each other and that fact will always remain true. Though, for a while, it appeared as if it had indeed ended – at least that’s what I thought right until I made that discovery and ever since I’ve had my doubts things have been just peachy this whole time – but then there was Seth Horne. Continue reading

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(2) Tiana

There was a time when I did alright in school. You know, back when I was sure trying the braided pigtail look would make me more popular, and when I thought all boys were gross except for my super cool older brother.

Urgh, I have to stop reminiscing out this kind of thing now. Where was I meant to be going with this? Oh right… 

A few weeks ago, I failed the final exam in my History class.

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(1) Arthur

I have never felt fear.

Well. That’s not entirely true.

What I mean is, I’ve never felt fear in the natural sense. Not in the way my ancestors would’ve experienced it for thousands of years before me.

No sudden surge of hormones coursing through my system at any moment. No chills running down my spine whenever I think something has darted across the room out of the corner of my eye. No sort of sixth sense for what my body might consider being ‘dangerous’. Death itself isn’t something I’ve ever associated with a feeling of discomfort.

Actually, I haven’t associated it with any sort of feeling at all. 

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