Trista G. : Writing

Chapter Eight: Her

Chapter Eight: Her

A Chapter by Trista G.


A year had gone by since my arrival at the Institute of Eden. I had difficulty adjusting during the first couple of months, but I settled in eventuall..
Chapter Nine: Cerebral

Chapter Nine: Cerebral

A Chapter by Trista G.


Later that night, after it was time for lights out, I found myself having a hard time trying to sleep. I couldn’t pinpoint what it was that was ..
Chapter Ten: Difficult

Chapter Ten: Difficult

A Chapter by Trista G.


For the next few days, Daisuke remained in the medical bay. We didn’t receive much word as to how he was doing. In fact, Hector kept it a secret..
Chapter Eleven: Into the Dark

Chapter Eleven: Into the Dark

A Chapter by Trista G.


A week following visitation, Hector had been staying up later and later in the facility. He typed furiously at his computer in his personal lab, going..
Chapter Twelve: Blank Slate

Chapter Twelve: Blank Slate

A Chapter by Trista G.


I fell into a trance with my eyes fixated on the overhead light above, lying on my back on the cold slab that served as my bed. It was silent. Peacef..
Chapter Thirteen: Hands of a Child

Chapter Thirteen: Hands of a Child

A Chapter by Trista G.


The passing months were filled to the brim with legal drama ever since the disaster beneath Eden’s archive building. From the first night back, ..
Chapter Fourteen: Emerald Confliction

Chapter Fourteen: Emerald Confliction

A Chapter by Trista G.


With every breath, I could taste the debris particles that lingered in the air. It took me a moment to gather my senses, but I knew I was on my side. ..
Chapter 15: Where the Moths Eat

Chapter 15: Where the Moths Eat

A Chapter by Trista G.


Eden was in the middle of a PR crisis. With the numerous witnesses at the boardwalk, the citizens of Jordan City were beginning to become aware of ot..
Chapter Sixteen: God Child

Chapter Sixteen: God Child

A Chapter by Trista G.


I was adrift between being awake and the solitude of unconsciousness. The first time my eyes opened long enough for me to process my whereabouts, I c..
Peripheral Proxy

Peripheral Proxy

A Book by Trista G.


A young woman wakes up in a world she does not remember. Her resurrectors despise her. Some even fear her. Now, she has to recover her past in order t..

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