Half A Truth Is Half A Lie

Half A Truth Is Half A Lie

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An original short story. COMPLETED 2021. ---------------- People are all the same. As depressing as it sounds, we also not very creative. We all lying for the same reasons, to protect ourselves. Sure maybe it's a bit broader than that from a microscopic view. But when you try to sort out the reasons, they all fall under one umbrella- Self. The only difference is the way we do it. There are too many ways to lie. You can be smart about it or half-ass it. Just make sure, that if you're going to lie...take it to your grave. Because as much as it seems to be all fun and games, it's not. Trust me, you don't want to end up struck in a psychiatric hospital like me. Speaking of me, hi. I'm Entle Masego and I NEED to get out of here.
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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