Cassidy Jones and Vulcan's Gift by Elise Stokes

Because I felt nothing beneath me, I thought I could be floating, though I didn’t seem to be in motion. 'The inferno turned cold, and blackness engulfed me. When the fire circulated through every part of me, a jolt shook my brain like I’d been struck by lightning. The blood flowing through my veins became flaming rivers, carrying the fire throughout. As I gasped for air, my heart burned as if on fire, pumping the inferno into my body. In the cloud, my eyes felt like acid had been thrown into them, and my lungs seemed to collapse. At the same instance, I took a fateful breath, sucking in the cloud puff. The best description I can come up with is “Poof!” The liquids instantaneously vaporized, forming a white cloud. It’s difficult to describe what happened in that fraction of a second as the hot liquids ran together. Catching the edge of the counter, I had a close-up view of the strange occurrence on top. Frantically waving while I plunged, I knocked the beakers off the burners. Before I could smash into them face-first, my hands came to life. Before any reflex could kick in, I fell towards the coffeemaker and dirty mugs. 'Snapping out of the daydream, I realized the stool was giving way beneath me. Suddenly, the sand trembles beneath them. 'Jared and I are walking along a sandy beach, cool waves lapping at our feet. Bored by her lengthy responses and foreign words, my mind picked up where it had left off in the daydream Miriam had interrupted.

Listening to the professor explain her gene therapy was like watching grass grow.

'One thing I had predicted about the interview proved to be spot-on.

Cassidy Jones and Vulcan's Gift by Elise Stokes