Strange Artifices

Strange Artifices

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Dec 4, 2014
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Action and Thriller
Another night with the family…well, what’s left of it. There are only four of us now. Jonathan, Charlotte, Krista and myself, Jamie. We’re unwanted. Well, that’s what our town calls us. The unwanted. None of us remember our lives before this. Our parents? Our friends? It’s all gone. There used to be a dozen foster kids living in the crummy two-storey house that they called home, but they were chosen. Adopted. Every now and then, the postman would come to our house, call out a name and take them out of town to somewhere better than here. Or, that’s what I hope for. The postman is a kind man, but there’s something I don’t like about him. Of course, no one else sees it. They don’t tend to notice anything. The weather. Travellers that come through town. Every day seems to be another episode of déjà vu mixed with obliviousness. Strange, isn’t it?
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Begging won't work, it only brings him more satisfaction. Crying will only prolong your life in the slightest, but at that point you'll wish you were dead. Being quiet only makes him know you're trying to be strong, though you're failing and you both know it. Nothing ever works, in this house of madness. Once you've stumbled upon the door step, you'll wish you had listened to the saying "curiosity killed the cat". Because in this house, you're the cat, also known as his prey. You'll never leave, never escape. Few make it past midnight, even less make it pass 2:00 a.m. Almost no one makes it past 4:00 a.m., and no one, has made it to the morning.

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