Peace In Chaos

Peace In Chaos

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Violet Holden never expected her life to even remotely resemble that of a movie star's, but she had hoped she would have amounted to something by the time she was out of college. Before, she used to spend her days at a desk, flipping though textbooks trying to pass an overpriced class; now her days are filled with endless hours in front of her typewriter. Her life seemed completely and utterly dull until a boy with a permanent scowl, dark gaze and an even darker jacket moved in next door. Now her head is filled with wishful thinking, and embellished dreaming that obscures her perception of the unwinding world within the high-rise. My adaptation of J. G Ballard's novel and soon to be movie, HIGH-RISE, written in the Ballardian style.
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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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