“There’s no time!” her father said. “We need to stay together!” her mother ordered and clasped Lily’s hand between her own. She felt calmed by her mother’s touch, but only briefly. Heavy footsteps stomped decisively through the downstairs hallway and… — Jennifer Martucci Copy Share Image
“No! It’s dead! And my cell phone is downstairs! Shit!” “Mine’s in my room. I can get it,” she said but did not trust her legs or courage to carry her there. “There’s no time!” her father said. “We need… — Jennifer Martucci Copy Share Image
“managed to cross her room on unsteady legs to her window. Once there and concealed by her curtains, she peeked out beyond the pane… — Jennifer Martucci Copy Share Image
“And stuff was not what made a person interesting or exciting or worthy of respect, character did. Luke” — Jennifer Martucci Copy Share Image
“Almost two hundred years ago, during the War of 2062, back when the world was inhabited exclusively by humans, a war between North American Countries and Middle Eastern countries arose. It began over religious reasons, though I have no idea what the word religious even means just that whatever was inherent in their opposing beliefs led to the Middle Eastern… — Jennifer Martucci Copy Share
“June is my reason to live, the only reason I still live. She is my purpose. I exist to keep her safe, for she needs protection from many things in this world. It has been eight years since I’ve seen another human being that wasn’t my father or my sister, June. I’m convinced we are the last human beings on… — Jennifer Martucci Copy Share
“There’s no time!” her father said. “We need to stay together!” her mother ordered and clasped Lily’s hand between her own. She felt calmed… — Jennifer Martucci Copy Share Image
“No! It’s dead! And my cell phone is downstairs! Shit!” “Mine’s in my room. I can get it,” she said but did not trust… — Jennifer Martucci Copy Share Image
“He rubs his hand through his thick, dark hair and I am riveted by the cords of rippling muscles that intertwine and gallop down… — Jennifer Martucci Copy Share Image
“I sheathe my spear on my back and I plow through bushes dotted with prickly balls, feeling them scratch and scrape my skin, but… — Jennifer Martucci Copy Share Image
