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The Last Letter | Terra IncognitaCatherine screamed. She stumbled forward and spun, hand lashing out to smack away the figure behind her. But before her hand could make contact, the ghost faded away like mist in the breeze. At the same time, her scream jolted me out of my petrified state and I snapped into action. While Catherine tripped over herself and tipped backward, I lurched forward to catch her fall. I held her steady while she breathed short, rapid gasps.
“D–d–did you s–see . . . ?” she said hoarsely.
“The ghost. Yes.”
“It–it spoke . . .” she trailed off, shaken.
“Catherine.” I held her wrists and looked at her pale face. “What did she say to you?”
“Sh–she whispered in my ear . . .” Her eyes gazed through me, unfocused and distant.
“Tell me what she said,” I insisted, trying to keep a level tone.
“‘My legacy; the treasure box.’ What does it mean?” She refocused on me
The Last Letter | Terra Firma“Do either of you know where we are?” asked Catherine. She stopped walking and looked at Andrew and me expectantly. We had made the assumption that the sea had taken us before dumping us back on land, so we decided to travel with land to our right. We had not covered much distance because of the darkness and the uneven terrain, yet it was still worrisome being on unfamiliar ground.
“No, I don’t recognize this area of the coast at all,” I said. “It’s mostly cliffs closer to town. I’ve never been to a place where the land slopes into the ocean instead of falling vertically into it.”
She looked hopefully at Andrew, but he replied, “I am as lost as you are.”
“I suppose that we will just have to keep going until we come across land that we know. Come on,” I said, taking the lead.
Together we trudged onward, making slow progress. Never before had I felt so beaten in my life, but I kept going. I forced my burning mu
RadioactiveIt was time. That critical moment of decision. It had all been leading up to this.
Mai’s brow furrowed and a bead of sweat trickled down the side of her face. She stood frozen in the glow of the radioactive device in her hands, finger hovering, trembling over the button that would change the course of human history. Fierce brown eyes bore intensely into the display of the device, a million thoughts racing behind them through her mind as she weighed the options. Should I do it? Should I push this button? Or should I leave and try to forget any of this ever happened? But how could I forget this?
There was a series of soft taps. Footsteps. Mai held her breath, praying she wouldn’t be discovered. Her wide eyes flickered from the display to the crack in the door, watching for the other person in the room. She saw the silhouette of a woman pass by, a dim halo of fluorescent light tracing the edges of her figure, heels clicking like gunshots on the cold, hard floor. Mai cri
RemembranceSerenity. Blissful hills of green grass, speckled with bright rhododendrons, daisies, tulips, other flowers and shrubs that I cannot name. But mostly, there is tall, lustrous grass. Strangely, there are no trees. Not even a bush. The hills of these spring colored plants roll on endlessly beneath a sky of robin’s egg blue, unadorned by any puffs of clouds. This is where I am, where I should be. It feels right.
I stroll at a leisurely pace to the crest of one such hill, and slowly spin a full 360 degrees, taking in everything around me. I notice splotches of red staining the mostly green surrounding me. Blazing crimson, shining like overripe empire apples in the glistening sun. They spark a memory, and I feel my mind tugged. The memory nags at me. Where are the people? I wondered. Why am I alone? Then the memories come back, and I collapse to my knees in one of the patches of blood-red flowers that sprinkled the scenic countryside.
What have I done?
Before my e
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