How I know Celeste? I was her makeup artist, she — how you say — got me fired. I have two more runway models to finish and this American model put her — eh — mascara tears over my work. “What the Hell is your problem?” I yell. “My prom is today.” She …
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I was feeling claustrophobic, squeezed on all sides by the machine. “The VR is magnetic,” my best friend, Mia said. “It’s sensing the signals of your nervous system so that it knows how and when to move for you.” I enjoyed being an omnipotent wizard until I felt the sharp pain, like metal …
Gloria waited, crammed in the tight cell. Once in a blue moon, Only You by the Platters would play. Her cell would open, she would escape through the maze; its walls aglow with brilliant lights that danced about like the Aurora Borealis. But even in the dark, she could’ve found her way. She’d run the …
They say being buried alive is the scariest thing. No. It’s being trapped in your own body, having your parents squeezing your hand, praying to a God they don’t believe in — not knowing you’re in there trying to respond. The doctor urged my parents to pull the plug many times. They always …