Greetings from the graveyard of ex-girlfriends!
It seemed to be waving at Jonny. This is taking pretending to be an animal a bit far, he thought. It was straying into flat-out weird territory.
‘What are you?’ Jonny asked, staring. Hari rubbed his cheeks with his hands, like a creature cleaning his whiskers, the came and stood next to Jonny. He stood really close and really straight,
huddling against his new brother.
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My dreams are black holes. In the first one, the black hole devours me atom by atom and leaves me in the nothing of the universe. In the second one, I’m the black hole. Towering and dark, I destroy the other contestants one by one. Their screams have no sound. I’m not sure which dream is scarier, the destroyed or the destroyer.
The boy sat on a throne made of mushroom stalks and branches, slung together in an arching, triangular shape and lashed tight with vines. Thorns and brambles had been missed in the soldiers’ haste, and now they dug into his legs and back, pinching and twisting and sharp.
But the boy did not flinch. He was as motionless as the throne he sat upon.