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Why won't you message me? It's been so long.
Things are getting worse here. A lot worse. There is a rumor spreading that Overseers might close the Center City's wide borders. I'm not sure if that's good or bad.
On one hand, that means Mom and Dad and I will all be protected from whatever is outside because we live in the outlying suburbs. There is word that the people in the outer reaches are growing violent.
But this also means we could be trapped inside.
In other news, I might not have found anything in the library, but there's a seller in the west who could be able to supply me with a book on Earth. You wouldn't approve, he is hiding from the Overseers. But I wouldn't even consider reaching out to him if I had another way to learn about your home.
Write. Send a message. Please.
The screen room has stayed quiet long enough. You might not see it, but I'm fighting my own battles as well.
Are we both losing?
YOU ARE READING
Frontlines
Historia CortaA Scifi short story of messages. Completed. --- Two different battles in two different wars. One's battles lie in his mind, the other fights on a distant planet. Both are losing. --- A short story of the messages he never sent his sister. --- Note:...
