E.K. Holmead

My kneecaps began to feel warm. I knew that it was only a matter of time along with the gravitational pull that would melt my suit into my skin.

The fur on my back feathered out as I heard something laugh behind me. My stomach rolled as the laugh weaved its end into a hiss. A part of me didn’t even want to look back before I started to run.

It had seen what I’d done. I was careless on where I threw my match. How do I tell it that it was an accident?! I didn’t want to watch the forest burn on the only weekend I’d had off in months. I just need t- an electric buzz fills my lips and I begin to notice the growing light from its hands. I don’t think this thing has ears to hear my cries anyway. My eardrums shatter with its call before my world turns black.