If you're reading this, my name's Lyell and, though I'm almost ashamed to admit it, I'm a unicorn. People nowadays hear that and, immediately, there are certain ideas that come to mind. To clarify things, I don't sparkle, I don't shit rainbows, and I am as masculine as a pile of highly combustible bacon playing poker while driving a tank.
Watched through windows by the Soul Loping over endless expanse of momentary constellations. Howling with divine longing
His eyes flick to the clock for the third time in 5 minutes. 4:22, He gets off work in one hour and 38 minutes. He will then walk to his apartment, arriving at about 6:55. It's a long walk. It will then take him 8 to 23 minutes to find the $47 he hid over a month ago. He needs $60.
It’s family dinner one moment, and the next, she's in the room. Blinding lights glare with disdain at her naked form firmly belted to the stainless steel operating table. The floor, the ceiling, the walls, the equipment; all a pristine, screaming white. It is all perfectly in sync with the artificial sterility which one only, always, finds in hospitals. She wonders how they keep the blood from staining it.
Kira woke just as the lights went out. Her heart started pounding as they crept from the darkest corners of the room. The various assortment of lights, strung about the walls, cluttering her nightstand, were her best defense against the things that lurked in the silence of night. Now, helpless and alone with them in the darkness, she could not be more horrified, and they could not be more pleased.