Metal Child by S.L. Charest (good e books to read .txt) 📖

You know, it's not abnormal to find corpses all over the streets. Every second a kid's bomb goes off and they just.. implode. It's an everyday thing. In fact, sometimes I sit and wait for my bomb to go off, but to my surprise; time just goes by in it's slowest form.

We're called metal children. Majority of the kids in this city are born with this deformity. Only the lucky ones, well.. you know. Are actually born normal. We're born with metal arms and metal legs, forever haunted by the slow ticking clock poking out of our skin; carved through our flesh. Like birds trapped in cages, we're bound to the bombs that inhabit our insides, absorbing every single shed of hope that we have.

Publication Date: 12-13-2011

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