Stories tagged “In Between Minds”

  • In Between Minds: Setting the Scene

    The door slid open and the Polkovnik was shoved roughly inside by the taller of the two guards who had been stationed outside his compartment. I gave orders quickly. “Kseniya, scoot over across from me. Martin, sit next to her. Closer. Do we have...

  • In Between Minds: Priority Shift (Mature)

    I wanted to answer in anger but I was frightened and knew it wouldn’t do me any good. I didn’t know how many people were on the train but all of their deaths were my fault. Val had tried to warn me. Yes I did. You keep telling me to leave, ...

  • In Between Minds: Desperation

    Martin’s voice was firm. “I’m sorry. I was wrong. There’s no place for you. Uncontrolled, emotional-” Staring down the sleek chrome of the gun barrel, I tried to reason with him. “That’s what I’ve been tr...

  • In Between Minds: Facing the Storm

    Can we trick her? I don’t know. Val’s voice was dubious. It’d be like tricking yourself- difficult but not impossible. Well we have to try something! I snapped back. Look, I don’t have all the answers- she frightens me. She̵...

  • In Between Minds: Emotional Debris

    I stumbled around for hours, trying to get away from the train and Kseinya. Need dictated my actions and I needed to be somewhere else. There was too much to process. Blood on my hands. Val gone. The other nestled in the back of my head. It wasn’...

  • In Between Minds: Broken Clouds

    My stomach twisted with sudden pain and I stumbled feeling sick. Almost at once the lady was beside me, lending me her arm. “Take it easy. We’re in no rush.” I shrugged off her help. With an angry huff, I chucked the remnants of the a...

  • In Between Minds: A Step in a New Direction

    “I’m not hungry.” I said automatically. My stomach disagreed with a loud grumbling sound. The girl in the doorway smiled. “That’s okay. You don’t have to eat but you should drink this- it’ll make you feel bette...

  • In Between Minds: Stretching Out

    One small rabbit and two potatoes were hardly a feast but over the past few months I had grown used to living off the land. Grandmother’s pouches held a variety of herbs and spices that, when added in small pinches, gave each simple meal a little...