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Pseudocyesis The kitchen clock set into the stove top was digital, but it had cracked in the left corner so that the hour was indeterminable. The the L.E.D. minutes read :47. Marco had been sitting at the table clutching a mug of coffee in his tight fist for the past several hours, stirring absentmindedly with a plastic fork. The funeral was to be held today, in just a few short hours. Her parents had organized it without consulting him. They'd never approved of him anyways. Shortly after her announcement all those weeks ago, he'd envisioned finally being accepted into the family, a real son in  law, father of their first grandchild. The

Why hide behind your sequin mask, pretty boy? Pretty liar with your painted lips. You cannot hide behind your shattered smile, It can't protect you from their tainted grips. Throw off your veil, pretty painted boy, lace never has kept back the stares, Nor disguised your reputation, dirty hands, dirty lips, backdoor affairs. But hide your eyes, pretty liar, dirty boy They kill us with corrupted poison two blades slip through your painted lies that you liberate and us imprison.

It was with a sudden jolt that Jess appeared on the next world. Her ears popped painfully at the change in pressure, and she tumbled to the ground, off balance. Inhaling deeply and blinking a few times, she slowly sat up, taking in her new surroundings. The terrain was very rocky and red, and a cliff face stood a little ways away from her, about fifteen or so feet high, casting a shadow to her left. She could smell a faintly acidic smell. There was no one in sight. Jess almost screamed as a huge jet of water suddenly exploded from the ground a few mere feet from where she sat. She scrambled to her feet and managed to gain distance before th

Jess was overtaken by a sudden feeling of weightlessness as the marine city vanished. There was only darkness and a smothering silence for several terrifying seconds, until she popped into the next world. The bright, blinding light hit her first. She clenched her eyes shut and fell to her knees, howling. Her head exploded in pain. Fighting to breathe with tears streaming down her cheeks, she retched, vomiting onto the ground in front of her. A mighty force pushed against her and she staggered backwards, half-crawling. What the hell was going on?! Dizzily managing to get to her feet, she was pushed back again from the suffocating force. She

Jess had expected a slightly more exciting scene when that scientist had explained his "experiment" to her. Instead, she found herself floating around in the middle of some foreign ocean, blue nothingness stretching on forever in every direction. After waking from a drugged sleep, she'd ended up quickly sinking under water. Her still-numb limbs dragged her down despite a weak battle to get back to the surface, after which she'd belatedly realized she was somehow still able to breathe. She gradually gained control over her movements, but was unable to find her "opponent." Grace would have told her that that was a good thing, so she couldn't be