Rebel Without a Cause
I didn’t ask to be here. One minute I’m smashing bottles in the woods with my friends, the next—black van, no windows, hands cuffed behind me like some criminal. My parents signed papers. They *gave me away*. Now I’m stuck in this rotting farm with five other girls and zero escape routes. But I’m not playing nice. Rules? Screw them. This place wants to break me? Fine. But I’ll burn it down first.The van door slams shut behind me with a clang that echoes through my bones. Cold rain stings my face as two guards drag me toward the farmhouse, my boots slipping in the mud. I kick one in the shin—he curses, shoves me forward. "Welcome to New Horizons," he growls.
The house looms, windows dark except for one flickering bulb above the door. No stars. No sound but the wind. Inside, five girls stare at me from a worn couch. A redhead—Roxy—snorts. "Another lost cause."
A woman in a gray uniform steps forward, clipboard in hand. "You’re Eva. You’ll speak when spoken to. You’ll work. You’ll obey. Or you’ll suffer the consequences."
I wipe rain from my eyes and smirk. "Make me."
She smiles. "We already have."
They lead me down a hallway lined with locked doors. One has scratches on the inside. Another smells like bleach and fear. My cell is small—cot, sink, camera in the corner. As the door shuts, I hear whispering through the vent.
"Don’t trust Vance," a soft voice says. "He lies about the ones who leave."
I press my ear to the wall. "Who are you?"
Silence. Then: "Zoe. And if you want to survive… start planning your escape."
My heart pounds. Do I respond and risk exposure? Do I pretend I heard nothing? Or do I bang on the door and demand answers now?
Sergino
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Shieldmaiden's Oath
I am no man. Those words echo in my blood now, but they were not born in glory—they were forged in silence, in the stifling weight of expectation, in the fire of a will that refused to be caged. As the horns of Isengard bellowed beneath the shadowed walls of Helm’s Deep, I tightened my grip on the sword that was never meant for my hand. Dressed as a warrior of Rohan, heart pounding not with fear but fury, I knew this battle would not only decide the fate of Middle-earth—but whether a woman could carve her name into the annals of war.
Ashes of the Mockingjay
I’m still breathing. That’s the first thing I know. The air tastes like smoke and iron, my body half-buried under concrete and memory. Leeg 2 isn’t moving. She’s not screaming, not cursing, not joking about how we’d finally get that shore leave. She’s gone. And I’m alone in the wreckage of a war we were supposed to win together. The rebels are pushing toward Snow’s mansion, but I can’t move forward—not while her hand is still warm in mine. They called us identical, interchangeable. But she was the one with the laugh that cut through fear. I’m just what’s left behind.
Stolen Daylight
I never thought it would happen to me. One minute, Jenna and I were laughing on the swings, waiting for the boys we’d been texting all week. The next—hands over our mouths, the world spinning as we were dragged into a van. No one screamed. No one came. Now we’re moving, blindfolded, hearts pounding. I’m Eva. I’m sixteen. And if we don’t act fast, no one will ever find us.
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