Genre Short Story. Page - 139
I never noticed how much she did for me. Do you know how much yours does for you?
Final Thoughts of a Person Condemned to Die
With the messed up economy, everyone is feeling the squeeze. Some more than others. Some people get imaginative and create businesses or take advantage of certain situations. Others lose themselves and get hardened to it...
It starts off as an average day for an average girl that takes her to the heights of elation...but will it last?
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She tried not to think of umbilical cords and fetal heartbeats.
The wind swept the tattered rubish along the cracked road, all was silent, all was dark. Lingering within the grafitted buildings hid the children, the weak. Outside gang war raged, this was a different time, all left was children. You died at the age of sixteen, nobody knew what happened, you just disapeared without a trace, one second you were there, then next gone.
It all happened in a blink of the eye, the people aged over sixteen collapsed to the floor then faded into nothing, animals mutated into deformed evolved creatures, children gained power and their minds twisted. They fight for power but things will change...
