I was the process and now I am the stand.
- Science Fiction
- 6019 Words
- No Age Recommendation
Touching my face I feel the smooth skin under my fingers and then I look at my hands. This is not my face…these are not my hands… I begin to panic. Tarring at my clothes, no, these are not my clothes, this is not my face, this is not my body…NONE OF THIS IS REAL, suddenly, my hands no some else’s hands go down on the mirror, cracking it and shattering it under some else’s hands. I scream over and over again, clawing at the body that’s not mine, at the skin that’s to white to mine, at the face that’s too perfect to ever be me. Alarms go off and the men in white come running in. [more]
Keywords: Fiction, action, romance, utopia, distopia, fantasy, science-fiction, futuristic, love, fun, adventure, strong, strongfemalelead, female