Home?' I say. It's a word that can mean anywhere and nowhere.

I was born into a world that was already dying; I belong to it.

Most dystopian, classic and contemporary, paints a future world that puts a twist on present society - a future world that could plausibly happen.

When I am writing anything in general, I just want to tell the story that exists in my head; I don't try to write a parable or make a point.

There's nothing here to say good-bye to. There's no dancing girl. No mischievous smile. She's gone, off with her sisters, broken free, escaped. And if she were here now, she would say, "Go.

But instead of tears, when I press my face against the pillow, a horrible, primal scream comes out of me. It's unlike anything I thought myself capable of. Rage, unlike anything I've ever known.

A strange thing, words. Once they're said, it's hard to imagine they're untrue.