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Although George had told the other animals to keep their eyes closed, one rat, in particular, couldn’t help but take a peek. He’d been working himself to the bone trying to bring the girl back to life, but the entire time they’d been feeding her their energy, there had been a familiar and distinctive scent Read more
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Whipping his tail from side to side, George propelled himself towards X as she floated in her bubble of light. Inching through the strange space inside her skull, the rope tied around his waist was ready to snap him back as soon as he reached her. She may have saved herself from slipping out of Read more
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As George floated in what was some peculiar layer of X’s subconscious, he willed himself to take on physical form. It was a difficult task—one that left him on the brink of passing out—yet focusing with all his might, he appeared just as he did in real life. With a full set of whiskers, fur, Read more
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There were no stars, but as she kicked her feet as hard as she could, George’s voice drifted from somewhere above. “No more tomorrows, Prudence.” She tried to call out to let him know she was fighting, but the words got stuck in her throat. “No more second chances” he purred. Clenching her teeth and Read more
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Looking behind her, she saw the stars that had been floating so abundantly were no longer there, and all that was left was the big empty. “George—where have all the stars gone?” “There’s no time, Prudence. You need to shine, and you need to do it now.” “Oh George, I’m so scared.” Not only were Read more
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She didn’t respond, but she didn’t have to. George knew his words were serving their purpose, and so he continued. “How tempting it is to slip away—to give up on the remains of your life and return to the stars. One day we will all return to the stars whether we like it or not. Read more
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Originally posted on Daffniblog: After reaching for my forearm he sprinkles salt all over it. The salt doesn’t stick but falls over the sides of my arm on to the table. I ordered french fries with bbq and ranch on the side. He ordered beer and claimed he wasn’t hungry. I remove my arm from… Read more
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“But it hurts so much” she replied. “What hurts?” “Living hurts” she sniffed. George couldn’t see her, but it was as if they were both looking into each other’s eyes, and even though they didn’t have long, he spoke to her with a sense of measure and calm that reminded her of her father. “I Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 