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Isolation

Isolation

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, May 9, 2017
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Fiction
Mystery
Paranoia, anxiety, depression. These things make for a far from splendid experience by themselves, but when you throw them together, it makes for a deadly concoction. Trapped in a whirlpool of terrifyingly captivating thoughts, Luna shuts herself away, documenting dreams and visions that plague her. She spends her days analyzing the images, dead set on finding something of importance, refusing to unlock herself from the outside world, all for fear of outside influence destroying her progress...
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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