No matter how old I was or how many experiences I had, I'd never outgrow Mum and Dad.
Sure I was really dying this time, I shouted over the emergency comm for help.
You can't measure inspiration, creativity, beauty, or wisdom.
I felt more like a project than ever, a girl kept patched together for delivery to a sentient ship in their war.
"Sensitives are the most vulnerable part of a ship. It only makes sense to kill them."
"Instincts stirred in his lower brain, and he yanked at the tie he'd worn all day at work." ©2016 Kecia Sparlin; 2,837 words


