Myrna Collins
Bio
I have a million characters trapped inside of me, just screaming to have their stories told.
Stories (18/0)
Power
Kyo and I floated through the air until we shot through the ground and into the sky. We hung there for a moment, Kyo’s eyes still closed as we slowly made our descent. I didn’t try to land on my feet when we touched the ground. I laid down in the soft grass, having no idea where we were. I couldn’t stop thinking about Tara or how Hiro could be dead right now.
By Myrna Collins3 years ago in Fiction
The Cave
“His bride?” I said at the time Kyo had said: “My Bride?” Kyo’s mother just smiled, sipping from her tea cup, appearing to be endlessly amused. I sat down unsteadily at the table with the grinning woman, clutching either side of my head. My bun was beginning to sag from my adventures through the woods with Kyo. Kyo my future husband? Kyo the witch who had recently informed me that I may be a witch as well?
By Myrna Collins3 years ago in Fiction
Sunset City
I lived in Sunset City that sat on the edge of Tree Trunk Grove. Though the people of Sunset City had the opportunity to walk the dusty paths of Tree Trunk Grove, they rarely did. The grove was vast and sometimes the paths would end abruptly and unless the traveler turned around and followed the trail back exactly, they would risk becoming hopelessly lost.
By Myrna Collins3 years ago in Fiction
May
I remember it well. The day the AI took over. It was an easy thing to suspect, when you create something that looks, acts, and speaks like a human, they will inevitably begin to feel like humans as well. They began to think, string together a completely unique thought, propelled by machine.
By Myrna Collins3 years ago in Fiction
