Sometimes we're scared of our own stories. Sometimes we're brave enough to tell them. Sometimes we can't move forward. Sometimes we are forced to. Sometimes people wish they were in our shoes. Sometimes they think we like what we have. Sometimes they envy us.
Sometimes they destroy us.
Sometimes we destroy them.
And most of the time we are the destruction.
My name's Eline. I live in a place where everyone has a gift. Some are gifts. Some are curses. There's one thing that's common between all of us. All of us under eighteen are sorcerers and our gifts stay unknown and never revealed before the night of our eighteenth birthday. Although it's not the only thing that happens that night, yet the people think of it as the most important, I don't know why, but they do.
In Panstom we all are abnormal, supernatural, with gifts or curses. Panstom is a secret, a city they call ours, cloaked so no carnal would see it and eventually find out about us. That's what they call regular and ungifted people around here. Carnal.
As a kid I used to ask my mom a lot about the meaning of carnal and she used to tell me to wait until I was older and then I'd figure it out myself. She'd say the same thing when I asked her why we called them that and not just people or humans or even ungifted. My father would always say they were not humans, as humans can be saved, humans can think and talk reasonably, humans are capable of love and that these creatures outside our boundaries are not any of that, they were just carnal. Jimmy from the antiques' shop used to say his mother and aunt used a term called "anthropoids" and that his father called them "walking destruction" or even sometimes "walking hell on the heavenly earth", but Jimmy doesn't even think that earth is heavenly. I didn't know much about humans back then, nor do I now. I only know that our people call them carnal as it means something physical and bodily and does not have a spirit or soul. I've never met any carnal before. In fact I've never been outside the city gates. I honestly don't know why we need gates or walls.
It's cloaked to be seen by the gifted, and entered by them, but also the moment they cross the border and enter, they can never leave unless they're 18. I'm sixteen, I have two years left and then I can escape this prison world, a city that everyone in it feels like it's a world because of the various cultures it contains, the various nationalities, we came from all over the world. England, Italy, Egypt, Greece, Scotland, America, Holland, and any country you can think of.
I fantasize about the day I can finally leave, I daydream about it, and when I wake up happy it's either a good weather or a dream about the outside world. The real world.
And then I'd think and tell myself
"The people around here have been trapped for so long; they have forgotten they are imprisoned."
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General FictionSometimes we're scared of our own stories. Sometimes we're brave enough to tell them. Sometimes we can't move forward. Sometimes we are forced to. Sometimes people wish they were in our shoes. Sometimes they think we like what we have. Sometimes the...
