This world is perfect. Our society is perfect. We are perfect. We live in a modern utopia. We are all genetically engineered to perform our rolls perfectly. I am a factory worker. I sit down and work all day. I come home late to an empty house, and wake up early. I don't need beauty. I don't need people. I don't need an imagination. These factors were all removed so that I could do my job. These were all removed when i turned 8. Yet, Jamie stayed. Jamie was what people used to call an imaginary friend. He was my whole world, I had no friends, i was a loner but Jamie was always there for me. In my free time we would explore the most beautiful worlds. Worlds full of water and sea creatures, or containing mountains higher than the sky itself. He helps me while I work, we float away. Jamie has a wife and 2 daughters, I wish I had children, or a wife at least. Instead I could only imagine them. I wish the government wouldn't take our imagination away. I get that it's dangerous, but it is so wonderful, and so important. Until they change their mind, all I can do is sit here and dream. Dream of a world with grass and a blue, blue sky.
(Yes, I know it's bad, idk what to do and i liked the idea but didn't want to write it. )
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Short stories
Короткий рассказa collection of short storied written from promts. they are mostly going to be really random. suggest any atory ideas if you have any and off course any characters that you would like to see. there are going to be mostly happy stiff, but just in cas...
