“I want to feel…” Hap Jules waved his hands in the air, in a sort of ‘it is what it is’ gesture.

“Anger,” He finished.

“Why would you want that? Asked Zerafina Dimes, nonchalantly.

Confusion and shock - much like hatred - were emotions reserved only for the select few, requiring permissions at the highest level.

Hap leaned back against one of the blue and yel...

There was time when you could feel free . You could feel the sadness of a heartbreak , the excitement of new shoes for a new school year .You could feel . My grandparents spoke of it . I could always be free with my grandma . Apparently there was this old saying she tells me , “You will always have a shoulder to cry on “ . I have only ever heard her speak to me that way . She is kind , she uses he...

_Mother, may I speak today? I won’t say anything good or bad to anybody. I’ll just smile looking pretty and perfect like always.

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_Father, I didn’t mean to get sicker and add to your to-do lists for today. Can you please give me a little grace.

_Mother, I promise I didn’t hear a thing . I’ll do anything if you just believe in me. The screams and cries all blend together anyway._

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_Father, ple...

Emotions were not a right; they were a privilege.

In the Dominion, every citizen was implanted at birth with a Regulator—an intricate neural device that restricted feelings unless permission was granted by the Bureau of Emotional Stability. Happiness, anger, love, sorrow—all rationed, monitored, and distributed like rations in a war-torn world. Without clearance, any attempt to feel was met with ...

The day the blood rain fell on Avallena was the only time in fifteen years Grace allowed herself to feel genuine fear without first consulting Pelios, the God of Emotions, for his approval. The momentary lapse in judgement lasted long enough for her to blink twice, and before the third she reinforced the solid steel walls of her palm size mental box of emotions before surprise ripped through next....

Lena had spent years perfecting the art of being okay. She carried her grief in quiet places, tucking it behind polite smiles and well-rehearsed words. Whenever sadness rose in her chest, she silenced it with work, with responsibilities, with the exhausting effort of being strong.

“You’re so resilient,” people would say, as if it were a compliment. As if being untouched by pain was something to b...

Happy today

But I don’t have permission

It’s my way

To fight the inhibition

But I could be arrested

For feeling so much glee

I’ve already been tested

Why don’t you see...

It’s for our betterment, it’s for our futures.

Human beings are wicked, but that simply is just our nature. So we quell this nature, our emotions. For humanity, and for the future.

Those are the words that swayed a nation, a generation. To upheave all we were, to become better. We severed our emotions, like cutting an umbilical cord.

A shot was all that was required. A thick needle with viscous r...

He knew he should wait, but the line for the neurotransmitter simulator request module was far too long for his liking. No one would notice if he tweaked his neurolink a bit. Just a tiny change really. He was’t going for something as explosive as anger or as noticeable as joy. No. All he wanted was to feel content. Just a little bit of happiness, of peace. He wasn’t addicted. Addicted would mean h...

Sadness, that is the emotion I have been assigned to since birth. I’m tired of it. Does the world have much more to offer than sadness? Shouldn’t emotions overlap eachother? I see people out in the street smiling their faces off, while I’m filled with melancholy.

I’m exhausted of it. Always pretending to be sad, but what if I want to feel a different emotion now…. Hm like joy or anger?

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