The Ivory Tower (a dystopian short)
“Ready or not, here I come,” I boomed, assessing the empty forest around me. Nothing stood out in the overgrown underbrush, just shades of greens, splashed with the occasional bright red dots from the salmonberries. After a quick glance down at my olive green leggings, worn thin around the knees, and the scratchy burlap tunic, I smiled. I blended into the forest perfectly, a ghost among the neglected trees. With a quick crack of my fingers and a tug on my ponytail, I began.
Boone's Journey (a sci-fi short)