Erika Seshadri
Joined January 2021
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The Other Side
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But you can certainly hear one from inside a cryo-pod—especially when it’s coming from your own mouth. Funny how they never say waking up after a hundred years in stasis is like experiencing the trauma of birth all over again. Because it is, only this time, you remember it.
By Erika Seshadri2 years ago in Fiction
Almost Home
Snowflakes spun in the wind, dancing across the headlights on their journey to the ground. The road was turning deceptively white with powder, hiding the slick patches of sleet that had fallen earlier in the day. I studied my mom as she hunched forward, hands gripping the wheel, eyelids heavy. “We’re almost home,” she said.
By Erika Seshadri3 years ago in Petlife