I've decided to do a novella series!!!
Here is the cover and the Goodreads link and below a special teaser!!!
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18780670-false-autonomy
Still wrapped in my
cocoon of reminiscence, I heard footsteps coming down the hall just as I’d
finished the last words to the song. The other tenants were so quiet, I could hear
a pin drop. I flipped the comb in my hand, wielding the sharpened end, instead
of the hygienic end and darted behind my shell of a refrigerator. The footsteps
continued, the sounds indicating the carrier of feet grew closer and closer. A
rattle on the door sent my heart into frantic palpitations followed by a
complete seizure of beats. This was no toy soldier. They came in packs and
never that late. The steps outside that night were heavier. Somehow they felt
more determined though to most they would be nearly noiseless.
I sidestepped back
into place behind the fridge as the owner of the footsteps entered.
A male voice,
scratchy and raspy claimed he was with the government. I may have been
sheltered as a child but I’d never acquired a taste for bullshit. And he reeked
of it. Then he confessed, though I could tell by the pieced together, almost
quilted clothes he wore, that he was no government agent. His hair was the
color of beach sand and pulled back in a ponytail, fastened with what looked
like suede twine, the kind people used to make those salvation bracelets at
summer Christian camp. He squinted as he explained that his job was to search
for people like me. His light brown irises looked directly into mine, signaling
a teller of the truth. He resembled a lost boy, maybe stranded on an island.
He said he was there
to take me away.
Anything
has to be better than this.
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