Futuristic Ghost

Futuristic Ghost

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In the future, everyone loves under the same rules. Everyone does as the government says, what job you work, what name you will have and there's no such thing as individuality. Everyone has the government approved hair cut, hair style, makeup style, even our outfits is one single style with one color. The government and it's "followers" truly believe this is the way for world peace, and in a way they were right. There is no violence, no racism not even bullying. You can say it's a Utopia but for my friends and I it's a prison. But luckily we found a way to escape. Time travelling. The one thing we can do and be individual or actually experience life. We actually LIVE and enjoy being alive. Yes it may be the most illegal thing to do in my time but hey, si la vie. I am working on this story as I go. I will try to publish a new chapter every other day. Thanks!! 🖤 CatC 4/22/22
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Elodie's life changes at the turn of a doorknob when she is forced into joining a secret organization that claims to be protecting the Earth from aliens. But with every step she takes, she finds the organization, or the facility, as they call it, becoming more and more suspicious. When a mysterious death occurs, revealing a well-concealed secret, things quickly go downhill as humanity's future is placed on the shoulders of a single gaggle of teenagers. *** I hear a sigh from the other side of the door, "Miss. Chaucer, you have a wonderful opportunity here, are you going to take it or not?" Now, I am seriously confused, "Opportunity?" She takes advantage of my befuddled state and shoves the door open. Shit. The corners of her mouth pull up, and it's so unnatural, it takes me a moment to realize she's smiling. Major plastic surgery? Probably. Click. Did she just lock the door? She locked the door! I spring towards the house phone, dusty from years of doing absolutely nothing, so I can call the police. I don't make it. Halfway there, I trip on my own pant-leg and face plant on the floor. The woman steps over me and retrieves the phone. She looks at it as if it's a foreign object, "This won't be necessary. All I want to do is talk to you." For some reason, instead of screaming, I stay silent. She smiles and pulls out a chair from the kitchen table for me to sit on. When I don't sit, she says, "If you want to know what's going on, then sit." I think about it for a moment. She hasn't hurt me yet, and I have to admit, I am quite curious as to what's going on. So, call me stupid, but I sit down. "I am from a space organization that protects civilians from . . . outside threats." *** Beautiful cover made by @mahana258! HR: 203 in science fiction (5/8/18) Completed on August 15th, 2018 (Indian independence day!) *******This is not a zombie novel

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