Fiction Scribbling #2

“Trust me,” she whispered, “if you concentrate hard enough, I know you can do it too.”

“Why do I have to wear this stupid helmet?” Lex asked pointedly.

“‘Cause you’ve never done this before, and I don’t wanna be responsible for your head cracking open should you re-materialize incorrectly” Corey retorted, brushing Lex’s bangs aside and pulling her chin strap tight. Her voice softened,”I’ll talk you through it though, don’t worry. Just listen and do as I say.”

Corey’s fingers lingered a second longer beside Lex’s cheek as she looked into her eyes assuringly. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Lex returned her gaze and smiled, closing her eyes to hone in on Corey’s voice. She concentrated hard, focused only on her breath and being. As she let more and more of herself go, she felt a numbness then a wave of cold wash over her, from outward in, simultaneous with the diffusion of her molecules. Already her material form had more than half dispersed and she could feel herself intermingling easily with the buzz of other particles swirling in the air. It felt so… freeing. She quickly lunged forward, catching Corey by surprise, and pressed her lips softly against Corey’s. A half-smirk lingered as her particles completely dematerialized into the cool air.

The last words Lex heard were, “Let go…”

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Fiction Scribbling #1

As electricity pulsed through her fingertips, she suddenly had this sickening desire to repeat the careless mistake, but for much longer. It felt as if all her cells were reinvigorated. How long would it take for someone to find me? she wondered silently. What would be the lasting memory of me? How would it feel to hold on and never let go? – these are the thoughts that pervaded her mind as the microwave plug continued to dangle limply in her right hand. She stared out into space, clearly entranced by a straggling thought. Her skin was buzzing; the hairs on her arm stood up. Something inside her had awoken.