Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I can see the dappled sunlight dancing in my memories from a day long ago.

Kayla didn’t have many friends in primary school, but the way people talked about her, you’d think she was one of the most popular girls in her class. She wasn’t.

Sinar is one of the very few who manage to escape the domes.  The girl with a secretive smile peered into her hovercam and welcomed her viewers. The world might have changed, but some things stayed the same. With most of the world’s population locked away in domes, people became desperate for a taste of…

I made my way into the house, sliding the gates and unlocking the door. It was unnaturally quiet, despite the mess of cars parked outside so I walked slowly, cautiously. I took the stairs and found myself in a room filled with bodies, sobering up from the night before but still otherwise intoxicated.

It starts with something in the air. There is no chill, but you feel it in your bones. At first you go about your life, shrugging off that naggy feeling as one of those days. Then the screaming starts, first they are sporadic, you barely even notice.

I was awake in a world with a society unlike the one I knew. The rules were stringent, the laws abundant. Crossing an authoritative figure meant certain exile. Nobody would be informed where those were taken or that they were taken at all.