Kora Greenwood
Stories (6/0)
To the Stars
My mother named me Nevada because I was conceived in Las Vegas. Funny, considering I’d never actually been to Vegas or Nevada. But to be fair, I hadn’t been much of anywhere in my eighteen years due to what is technically called agoraphobia, but which I just call the big shakes. I’ve spoken with countless therapists over the years, and though the faces and business casual attire fade into each other over time, they all basically asked the same question.
By Kora Greenwood3 years ago in Fiction
Alpha Control
My alarm sounds different this morning. I blink my eyes in the darkness that is always present in deep space and feel around for my digital watch that was a parting gift from my wife, Gina. My fumbling knocks the watch free from its tether and it spins in front of me in dizzying circles until I snatch it, lifting myself to a seated position as I stare in confusion at the time displayed in little red numbers.
By Kora Greenwood3 years ago in Fiction
Galilea
“Shhhh…” my mother warns me, pressing one long finger against her lips. I curl myself into a tighter ball inside of my hiding place, not daring to breathe until the whirring sirens of the sentinels are long gone. Once the coast is clear, I emerge from the damp closet beneath the stairs, and allow myself a little exhale of relief. But even though I’m safe for now, I can never truly enjoy a worry-free breath. There is always the fear of being captured lurking in the back of my mind.
By Kora Greenwood3 years ago in Fiction
Verago
“It will all be over soon,” my brother Roan assures me, giving my hand a squeeze. I do my best to give him a convincing smile in response, but the truth is, my heart is beating in my chest, slamming against my rib cage like it’s ready to escape. And my heart isn’t the only thing that feels claustrophobic, I realize as I scan the rest of the dining hall. Although this facility is all that I’ve ever known, the prospect of leaving here for something else, anything else, fills me with a yearning that makes me want to claw at the white walls surrounding us.
By Kora Greenwood3 years ago in Fiction