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Fighting Alone

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“FREAK!” THE GIRL SPAT, letting the “k” fade as she laughed, spit spewing from her perfect mouth, hatred fuming through her heartless words. She flexed her arms. Rolled her neck. Her tiny ballerina feet bouncing up and down against the rain drizzled pavement, which only made the crowd roar with laughter.

They thought this was funny.

She turned towards them, lifting her hands in the air, and they responded, screaming her name, “Mia! Mia! Mia!”And sneering at me, “Freak! Freak! Freak!” She laughed, pleased, and turned towards me.

That’s when I saw them.


Huge. Violet wings. They glittered fluorescently, shimmering lavender.



She moved them; translucent air and sand blasting towards me, making me stumble, stinging my eyes.

The crowd laughed.

“That the best you got?” I taunted, picking myself up and circling her blindly. The world was going in and out of focus, kind of like a merry go round, and I just wanted to get off.

“Mutt,” she sneered with a sick grin, rolling the words in her mouth. Liking how they tasted she said them again.

“You dingy, grimy, pathetic little mutant—”

I slammed her to the ground, her skull smacking against the cold asphalt.



Something inside me snapped, like a rubber band pulled to thin. The part of my brain that said I should stop slipped away from me. I grabbed a hand full of her perfect brown hair and jammed her perfect face against the pavement.

“Nothing else to say?” I heard myself snarl.

“Really…that’s it?” a voice that sounded like me, but couldn’t be me, asked. Hands that belonged to me punched her in the face. Her eyes rolled, blood seeping down the side of her head, into her hair.

Someone in the crowd screamed.

But I could barely hear them.

Something smelled so good, so good I heard myself moan. My eyes trailed the blood sliding down her face and I felt my gums throb painfully. I lost myself, my mind tunneling into a familiar darkness, my body moving without my control.

I could feel myself losing it.

But I couldn’t stop.

“Nothing else to say Mia!” I heard myself shriek crazily. Ignoring my best friends screaming voice in the back of my mind I leaned toward her.

Someone stop me! I begged.


Hands grabbed me, pulled me off of her, hauled me away. But even in a car, the ghost of her skin lingered against mine. Her blood on my hands. Strands of her hair in my fingernails.

Blurred VisionThey carted me off, yelling words I couldn’t understand, flashing lights I could barely see, my best friends tear streaked, worried face blurring until I couldn’t find her in the crowd.

“Desire…!” she screamed.


– Short Story written by Jae Lei Nyght


Excerpt From The UnBorn. Written by Jae Lei Nyght. Book One In The Dark Trilogy. Desire. (Stay Tuned For more.)

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Jae Lei Nyght is an up and coming science fiction writer, video editing mogul, amateur graphic design artist, and full-time college student. She plans to publish her first novel in the year 2017. Until then, she fills her days writing papers and analyzing documents, counting down the days until her graduation in May of 2016. She is addicted to chocolate, enjoys the freeing feel of wind in her hair, and is trying to eat more vegetables. She loves writing, and if she can ever stop editing, she will love publishing her first novel even more. Please, take a look around. I promise, one minute will turn into a life time.


  1. Desiree says

    Omg! That was so intense ! I was completely captivated, I have to read another snippet…

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