In a society where oppression and conformity rule the masses and the slightest unusual behavior could be seen as treasonous, Wynter Reeves would do just about anything to stay unnoticed. Yet when she succumbs to a rare and debilitating illness, she unwillingly attracts the attention of the State—in particular, the feared research facility known as the DSD. Through them she learns of the true nature of her condition, a disease known only as Ultraxenopia.
M. A. Phipps was born in Worcester, Massachusetts in 1987. In 2009, she moved to London to complete a Bachelor's Degree in Media Communications and Journalism. It was there that she met her husband and they now live in the Southwest where she works fulltime pursuing her true passion: fiction. She enjoys writing any genre (so long as there's a story to write!) but the majority of her work contains some sort of fantastical element. In 2013, one of her short stories was shortlisted for publication and in the following year, she submitted her first-full length novel to an online writing competition where it was rated second overall out of over two-hundred manuscripts. Ultraxenopia, while not her first full-length novel, is her debut to the publishing world.
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I turn around in my seat. The pain that I felt before is now gone, however, it’s been replaced by emotions that I have no hope of controlling.
My eyes widen as they all attack me at once, overpowering the part of my brain that might actually be able to comprehend what’s happening. Is this a dream? A hallucination? Whatever it is, I’m frightened—that much I can say with certainty.
My legs quake as I rise to my feet, my fingers clutching at the chair to hold me to the one thing I know is real in all of this. A strong wind blows past me and I can feel bits of debris as they graze across my skin. The air is full of dust and yet, in spite of the impairing fog, I’m able to recognize where I am. I know this place. After all, I’ve lived here my whole life. Except the city that I’m so familiar with is drastically different from what I see before me now.
The scene of destruction that surrounds me is unlike anything I’ve ever witnessed. There are no people. No lights. There isn’t a single sign of life. There’s only me, standing here all alone as everything crumbles into nonexistence.
The panic that hits me is overwhelming; I can practically feel it boiling beneath my skin. It consumes every inch of me until it feels like my sanity will abandon me at any moment. I want to close my eyes—to shut out the havoc taking place around me. But no matter how hard I try, I’m forced to watch every passing second.
To see what I can only assume is the end of the world.