All Your Twisted Secrets

by Diana Urban

I spent the last hour wondering if I would die tonight.

But strike a match in a room doused with lighter fluid, and you’re bound to get burned.

It wasn’t our mistakes that defined us, but how we learned to overcome them. Everyone should have a chance to overcome theirs.

The thing about being trapped in a room with five other people, a bomb, and a syringe of lethal poison is that at some point, shit’s going down. No matter how frantically you claw at rationality, how desperately you cling to common decency, you eventually give in to your basic instinct to survive.