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PrOPAGANDA - Chapter 1
Our story began on a warm summer day. Our meeting was not a normal one. Our bond isn't normal either...
I'll tell you the story from the day we met.
Finally, summer vacation! School had been a nuisance, since the days were so long and boring.
Selene pulled out a small mirror from her purse and checked her make-up. With her hand she brushed trough her curly red hair. Under two fine eyebrows gazed two intelligent green eyes back at her. Selene let out a sigh. She had been checking her make-up all day, because tonight she would meet someone special. The company of this guest made her very nervous, and a little sick to be honest. After one satisfying look in the mirror she packed her bag and gave it to her servant. Tabatha gasped when she felt the weight of the bag, but wisely kept her mouth shut after one irritated glance from Selene. She was not in the mood to tolerate her servant's complaints, she h
Our story began with a bump, well... At least mine, his was already started. I will tell you our story, that is quite shocking. It is a story about trust, betrayal and governments. Ah, which story isn't about a fucked up government. But this story is a bit different.
Maybe... Before I start with my story, I'll tell you about the status and history of this land. It is of great importance to know that, because you would not understand the rest of my story without this crucial knowledge.
Long ago, when the humans ruled the world, there were experiments on brain functions. It is known that humans only use a small part of their brain, and they were trying to get more parts under their control. Those filthy creatures used poor people, in exchange for food for their families. The experiments were horrific, painful and humiliating. But eventually there were results. The subjects became smarter, and used their brain more efficiently than any other, normal, human. But the sub
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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