It was not the best day for any of us. Us monsters. We were the scum of the earth, the worst possible thing imaginable. But yet we lived. In the forests, the hidden mountains, the sewers of the normal.
Today they had found our main hiding place. And by god I was terrified. I had cared from these people for so long, all the years of my life. I loved them. And the normals killed them.
We all dreamed of being a normie. Getting to eat everyday, getting to love, having a life. Our parents were normies, we just were not. We were left out to die on the doorsteps of the homes so the trash men, those that bordered on normie, but were not completely monster, could dispose of us. But we were always taken by the monsters. All borderline people had menial jobs. They took all the freaks. All the ones that were missing limbs or had mental defects or had any sort of abnormality at all.
The cut off was 5. Past that and the parents couldn't abandon you, no matter how much they want'ed. But they always let the children go. There was no place for them in our society, no place for them in this land. If you survived till 5, you were free. But the rest of us had to fend for ourselves.
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Short Stories and Book Bits
Short StoryShort stories and bits of books that I will most likely never write. Some are fanfiction, some not. Book bits will be very short excerpts from a story that could be placed around it. The short stories will have a beginning, middle, and end.
