Nothing, Never, No One

Nothing, Never, No One

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In a post-apocalyptic Earth, a young woman and her mother must survive the harsh reality, struggling to live among the desert heat and killer storms. Told in the form of the main character's diary. (Or I'm depressed and I can't write happy stories) Cover by me :) DON'T STEAL MY WORK. Otherwise, I'll be forced to use you as target for my dart-throwing practise. I'm quite good at it when I want to be. (Siriusly (this joke, though), it's HARD to come up with creative ways to threaten someone.)
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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