Fiction

My fabric would capture me. It would be filled with love, intertwined with adventure and euphoria. The braids and weaves of hope. I would capture the feeling of the sun gently rocking you awake in the morning.

“I am truly free. I am not burdened by caring. I am not tied to anything, not my beliefs, not even my own self preservation. I have escaped time.” 

Nina's hair was curled around her head like two sugary ginger cookies.
"Two large eggs - did you cover the cookbook with flour, Emma? Emma?" Emma drew her eyes away from the spirals of hair and looked into Nina's dark brown eyes. 

She laughed when I wrote the and symbol wrong, the straight part curving where it should have run along on one of those blue flimsy rulers, the kind you buy for a twenty percent off sale at Staples when you're desperate for September.

“Huff huff,” Trying to catch my breath knowing I have to keep going. The sweat on my face is telling me to speed up. I push on, checking the time on my watch. I can't stop until i’m done. I see the others finish. I'm close.

Slipping, squeaking, like a small mouse I run, no gravity to pull me down. The sides give under my hands and feet, the air perfectly balanced inside, so unlike me. The shining glare of the sun on its glassy rubberlike walls burns my eyes.

Death and destruction are the only things that have come out of earth for the past months. Now I have to make the choice of my death or their death.

Wow. Just like that. Today is the last day on this planet called Earth before I get relocated to a space colony. So, what exactly am I going to do today? Well, I am obviously going to spend every moment I can take in today.

Howard loved the outdoors. He loved the trees, the animals, and he mostly loved the fact that there were no houses or buildings or anything around that would ruin this perfect view. He had the misfortune of being chosen for a test run of sorts.

Relocation

I woke up this morning knowing it's going to be the last morning like this. It’s the last morning I’m going to wake up on this place called Earth.

     My hands find grip against the rough piney bark, sap sticking my fingers together as I reach up pulling myself into it's limbs. My wrist blinks and throbs with pain as I climb onto the nearest bow and breathe the forest air.