Derrion Parsing is a high school senior and the son of an ex-Army Ranger. Unlike his classmates, he has access to information from the time before the Invisible War, when the government shut down the Internet, reformatting into a propaganda tool. When Derrion attempts to use this information as part of a school project, he awakens to his worst nightmare.
K. M. Douglas grew up in Northeast Ohio and studied creative writing at The Ohio State University. He lives in Rainier, Washington with his wife, cat and two dogs.
In the Place Where There is No Darkness is his first novel.
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In the Place Where There is No Darkness
K. M. Douglas
“Can we talk about something besides death?” Derrion asked as the sun began to slip behind the trees on the horizon.
“Look at the sky,” Alaya said, pulling herself up onto the rock and sitting beside Derrion, the hairs on their arms touching. She rested her head on his shoulder and stared up at the clouds. This was her favorite time, when the sun falls below the treetops, before darkness arrives, the timeless moments neither day nor night can claim, when the sky peels back to reveal more sky, and forever seems like a dream worth reaching.
The three of them were silent for a long time. As the clouds turned purple and pink before their eyes, Jeremy picked blades of grass from beside the rock he sat on and tossed them up into the breeze. Derrion tapped Alaya’s leg, and then pointed towards the sky above the tennis courts. Together they watched one of the last birds of the evening make its way back to its nest for the night. Finally, Alaya broke the silence.
“You know that moment when you realize you’re dreaming, and you can start to control the dream—or at least control your own actions in the dream—lucid dreaming? I think that same thing can happen while we’re awake. I think we can wake up in life just like we can wake up in a dream. And just like in a lucid dream, I think we can start to control this world, both our own actions and everything around us, once we wake up.”
“That reminds me of something my dad said a long time ago,” Derrion said to himself, staring off into the darkening sky.
Jeremy threw a handful of grass into the air. As it drifted off into the breeze, he said, “We better get outta here before the patrols come through.”
“Yeah, good thinking,” Derrion agreed.
They stood up and followed the trail back into the woods as the first of the evening patrols pulled into the parking lot behind them.