My Dystopia

My Dystopia

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The dark blue raging sea, crashed against the ragged rocks. The only sound is the sea crazily splashing around the shore. Instantly, the playful memories came flooding in back to me, children running around the shore; laughing and smiling as the sun hit the calm sky blue sea. But life’s nothing like that now… How can my life switch from an Eden of happiness; into a cruel, dark and evil world? From sandy beaches come sharp rocks and pebbles scattered across the shore. Glass littered the beach along with other rubbish rolling around. Plastic bags littering the trees on the side-walk. This soon comes to a stop, where the side walk falls into the stormy sea, causing people to be trapped in eternal misery. The glass, sharp enough to cut though the layers of your by FlashMall" style="border: none !important; display: inline-block !important; text-indent: 0px !important; float: none !important; font-weight: bold !important; height: auto !important; margin: 0px !important; min-height: 0px !important; min-width: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important; text-transform: uppercase !important; text-decoration: underline !important; vertical-align: baseline !important; width: auto !important; background: transparent !important;">skin and implant it’s self in you to cause unimaginable pain, was varied in many shapes and colours. I hear the sea rattling in my ears, crying from all that has happened to its lovely world. Looking around, I see the many skulls and bones scattering the shore, from trying to escape and get to the Promised Land at the end of this dystopia. That’s what I’ll call this. The dystopia. My dystopia ************* When Liana Campbell comes home from school to find her life ruined by the people that she once wished to be; she seeks revenge. But not for her loved ones, but for the world. A horrible evil is corrupting the world, but there are only a few who are able to stop it. And liana, is one of the few.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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