Harker McNair's Blog, page 4

Yellow Eyes

"There's a woman looking at me across the dirt patch. Her hair is tangled and white; it hangs from her head like crunch moss. Her skin is white, too. Whiter than a bone, and one arm is covered in red, turquoise, lime and...

Only the Red Survive

���I didn���t touch her! I swear!��� Malcom lies. ���Finger or hand?��� I ask the brunette again, pulling a small, red-jeweled dagger from my boot. Malcom screams and tries to pull away, but he���s weaker than a child. The brunette ...

Juniper in the Dead City

My feet glide along the glass. I walk for hours through the heat of the day. I guzzle the last of my water and can only hope there���ll be more waiting for me. I passed through this Desolation once a year for nearly a deca...

The Only Infection is Subjection

���Seeing her for the first time,��� Lily says, ���I felt everything at once. Scared for the future and anxious about her safety. Anger at the world, and sorrow for what it will do to her, combined with hope and consuming love...