3-Sentence Stories: #30 Part 5

Carrying me from a world of blood, torture and torment, of cracking bones and tearing flesh, wakefulness came like sweet redemption.

It wasn’t like a dream at all, but more like a memory transplanted from the mind of another, displacing their suffering and inflicting it instead on a more deserving recipient.

As I leant over to check on Sarah, I saw that the cross she wore, nestling snugly in a bed of blonde ringlets, no longer rose and fell with her chest.

By Alex Voskou

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Emily created Dystopic in July 2012 after requiring an outlet for her love of dystopian and apocalyptic fiction. She is currently working on her debut novel ‘These Unnatural Men’ to be published in 2017.

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