You don't need to pretend Zoya! Logan shouted over the radio noise.
Zoya tucked in her lips, her heart ached and she suddenly wish she could be reborn back to the time when she was still a teenager.
She is completely baffled at how the only man she has ever loved was causing her a heartbreak that could never be diagnosed under the x-ray 🩻 machine.
In the past ten years, Zoya has learned to invest her time and emotion into the marriage, she hadn't had time for another soul, including herself.
Her parents never supported her date with Logan and when he finally proposed to her, they clearly advised her to face her studies, as she was still 16 and had a bright future ahead of her.
But she had threaten them with running away forever, & using the specs of been the only child into forcing them to accept her early marriage with Logan.
After she graduated high-school, Logan convinced her to be a full house wife and at first, the marriage was fit for her and no one else. He took her on multiple dates, shopping spree and vacations, he swept her off her feet that, she scrap the idea of furthering her education.
Later on, Logan became a successful well-known business tycoon and got very busy with work, meetings and brand parties that, their time together became limited.
Whenever she whined to him about coming home late in the morning, he would wrap his arms more tightly around her boobs and give it a gentle squeeze.
This tiny romantic gesture kept her mouth shut, of cause, she couldn't see the glare in his eyes every time he touched her or the disgusted smile on his face Whenever she reached for his belt, automatically hoping he complies with her needs.
I can go on a three months trip, she bargained, her voice discreet but sounding frail.
Through the mirror, she could seen the dirty smirk plastered on his face when she said that and pretended that everything looked normal between them.
Then she felt a tiny bump hit in the stomach, then, the pain turned sour but she didn't let out a sound of cry.
My sweet pretentions Zoya, I don't need you to think for me or go on a vacation, he said leaning forward while staring deeply into her eyes.
Zoya couldn't see anything but plane hatred
She felt the rejection tenderly crawling into her shattered heart, she wondered if this love boat has crashed a long time ago.
She closed her eyes, she didn't want to regret choosing him, she couldn't help but remember how her father had been furious with her ten years ago, how her mom tried pacifying him, her moms interference got him to support the wedding but couldn't stop him from blocking all communications with her.
Can't you give us a try? She asked but her voice sounded more like a plea, she silently hope he could try again, as they have come this far to give up.
His lips moved closer to her ears, this isn't proper he muttered, Zoya parted her lips to protest but he squeezed her shoulders then shouted at her.
Taste change, people move on when it does happen he shrugged expressively.
What? She could see his mouth move but she couldn't hear properly because she has chosen to be deaf to his rejection.
She crawled on the floor, desperately begging him to not do this to her, she felt a urgent need to save her marriage.
Logan stepped on her hands, and grinded on it in circles, she swallowed the pain and watch her hands peel from the torture.
Logan stumbled back and spit on her, it landed on the injured hand, he picked the divorce papers up 📃 and threw it on her laps.
It's over Zoya.
Don't worry, you can keep the house cause I don't want to be stuck in the disgusting memories you have forced on me over the years. Sign that and I will have someone come get it in the morning he said before turning and backing out of the house
𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍; The act of bringing or recalling a feeling, memory, or image to the conscious mind.
Laying in a frosty forest, with no recollection of where or who she is. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥?
Leramenda Zeveraux era departe de a fi normală. Trăiește într-o lume în care e văzută ca un monstru, o oculium, o persoană cu puterea de a vedea viitorul, de a simți venirea unei furtuni de la o milă distanță și de a fi una cu viața, dar mai important, și cu moartea. O singură emoție prea puternică, și poate crea tornade, sau chiar arunca în aer Pământul. Încearcă să învețe cum să se controleze în fiecare zi, cu ajutorul tatălui ei adoptiv, un oculium, și cu siguranța adusă de prezența familiei ei adoptive.
Dar o nouă viziune avută de tatăl ei cutremură pământul, iar acum Lera trebuie să se întâlnească față în față cu cei care au abandonat-o.
Pentru că oculiumii se ascund în ceață, dar sunt mai aproape decât crezi.
The Young Lightning Rehabilitation takes the most problem of youths and turns them into good citizens. It makes the most troubled of rebels into compliant and obedient pieces of society. It restructures the most stubborn of minds into docile and contented brains. No-one gets dragged into the centre and comes out unchanged. Everyone who enters its walls comes out broken down, destructured, destroyed, and rebuilt anew.
Simran is a young girl who chooses not to fit in. She doesn't know what she wants, but she knows she wants something. And she knows she'll find that something no matter the cost.
Depur wanted Siyya to carry messages between the Depuran. Siyya spoke the truth.
---This story takes place in the Tatooine Slave Culture and religion that Fialleril created. Fialleril can be found on Archive Of Our Own and Tumblr.
Allen was raised up in the underworld, the bottom part of the megacity where people thrive for their own survival. One day he pick up an abandoned experiment, Noel, which later led him to unravel the secret of Ayothaya (the part of Apex floor of this gigantic city). In 2177, every civilization already vanished from the catastrophe of global destruction. There's no land, no heat, but a turbulent sea surrounded by rings of fire in every place on earth.
Humanity has unlocked the elixir of eternal life.
The brain can be cleaned and washed back into youthfulness. The body cannot. But by transporting the brain to a younger body, one that can host it, it can continue living.
The synthetically produced humans are not people. Of course they're not. If they were people then the originally occurring humans would be monsters for killing them and transferring originally occurring brains into their bodies. The originally occurring people are not monsters. Of course not. They just want to live.
And to save something you need to kill something. The synths are a necessary sacrifice.
-----Ika has heard what the originals think about the synths. But she also knows her own heart, and her own grief, and her own terror.
———This story is in the public domain and anyone can do whatever they want with it.
The lands are burning in misery, drowning in tears.
My name is Mihu. I was a peasant farmer, in the years long since passed. In the times long since gone by. I was taken from my home, back when I was alive. I ascended into godhood when I died. But even as a god there was only so much I could do. Most people couldn't even see me. I could however offer bits of protection, support, and strength to the people of my town and my world.
It's clear to see that the world needs it.
And the baby who just entered this world under the light of the moon? The baby who was just born to an impoverished family of factory workers in the slums? I can tell that the road in front of her will be filled with misery.
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This story is in the public domain and anyone can do whatever they want with it.