History is a rather curious thing; held aloft by the tenuous pillars upon which we venerate it. We embellish it with tales of wonder and tragedy, hope and heartbreak, in a futile endeavor to depict us as the protagonist of our stories. We are, after all, the ones with pure of hearts, the knights in shining armor, here to wield our metaphorical swords to save all that is good.
But the doleful reality of our world is that such simplistic, clearly defined stories are nothing more than a fevered child's dream.
Many a time, history is nothing more then a simple facade to shelter the true horrors that transpired beyond our sights and our ears. And in our ignorance, we are more then content to watch the world trudge on stippled with lies; more often then not, we are ignorant because of those who willingly lied to us.
How are we, the simple folk, to know any better?
What is our reality...
...compared to the truth?
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Hello to all who have wandered far and wide in Wattpads roiling hills.
Salutations!
I am currently rewriting a book I had published on here not even two years ago known as Folded Space. Granted, it only reached about twenty chapters, but let bygones be bygones. This one I plan to finish; I have been reworking the concept and plot for over five years now.
All constructive criticism is highly appreciated and very much welcomed; I am not a perfect human being after all.
To succeed, we must first fail.
To walk, we must first fall.
If you enjoy what I've written so far, let me know! Any comments, criticism or not, will only help me to grow as an author.
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New Era's Dawn
Science FictionIt is the year of new beginnings; it is the year of a new dawn's era. The world weeps from it's wounds, unable to mend the chaos wrought upon it's surface in Era's prior. She begs redemption of her children, but they listen only with deaf ears. The...
