“On clear nights, I’d sit out on the porch and gaze up at the stars. So many of them, scrawled across a sky so vast it made my head hurt. And I’d tell myself that if the stars could do it – if they could exist for billions of years in isolation – I could do it, too. I’d just pretend I was a star, that’s all. A ball of energy, burning up, light years from anyone and anything.” Ya FantasySpeculative FictionPost ApocalypticYa HorrorYa Science FictionYa Dystopian Book:Anomaly Source: Anomaly
“I backed out of the kitchen. Griff was a rigid shadow halfway down the hall, his gaze trained on the door at the end. His snarls shook the air. The hall lights flickered, illuminating the hackles along his spine. My insides turned liquid. They weren’t coming. They were here.” Ya FantasySpeculative FictionYa HorrorYa Science FictionYa Dystopian Book:Anomaly Source: Anomaly