Ilyria
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Complete, First published May 27, 2017
In a harrowing reality that is not too far off from our very own, precious resources have been dwindling down to a near non-existent, as the human population has skyrocketed at an alarming rate and has consequentially reached the maximum carrying capacity of 10 billion people worldwide. 

World leaders have struggled for centuries to find balance and peace among the unrest, yet it was the very formation of the United Nation of Ilyria, did restoration and order begin to occur... 

At a price...

***Author's note***
 This short story was inspired by the harrowing truths and reality of "The Handmaid's Tale" by Margaret Atwood. 
~Enjoy!!! Please like/comment to tell me what you think!!!:)

~S.S

Word Count: 500

*Completed as of June 24th, 2017*

#MyHandmaidsTale

*TRIGGER WARNING* May contain some issues with which some may find triggering; reader be advised:)

 ~Inspired by the chillingly brilliant "The Handmaid's Tale" by Margaret Atwood~
~Cover Credit (All Rights Reserved): Sierra Slate~
~Quote excerpt of  Invictus by William Ernest Henley~
~Latin Quote by Juvenal~
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