The Suicide Serpents

The Suicide Serpents

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Prologue: When I was seven, my mom used to watch movies with me. The kind where some seemingly normal kid would discover something magical, untamable, or dangerous. For some reason this really lame character would always run to tell their parents everything after they already royally screwed up. Of course, the parents would brush it off as overactive imagination and laugh; and that's when my mom would yell, enraged by the parents complete disregard for their child's safety. I would turn to face her and ask the question " Mom, if I ever came to you like this kid, would you believe me?" She would then passionately reply" Of course sweetie, no matter what happens I'll always believe you". Now, it's nine years later, and I know those words are complete bullshit...... I didn't know I'd become that lame kid crying for mommy after getting knee deep in something I didn't understand, I didn't know that Arian would be the cause of it, and I didn't know there was a supernatural cult practically living underneath Point Euphoria high. There's one other thing I remember from those movies... How sad the parents are when they find the body.
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ONCE my mom told me that we, as humans, only fear what we do not know and that that is the sole reason for violence. We do not know what is to come of something, so in retaliation we immediately fight it off before we can ever find out; before we can ever see if there is any beauty in it. My mom is gone now. Along with any sanity we as a people have left. The year is 2193, and the world is at war. We, humans, are at war with each other only because of what we are and what we can do. We fear what we do not know, thus all we know is ignorance. The government, our democracy, our people and our world have fallen. Nothing good ever comes from being afraid of the abnormalities of others, especially when those abnormalities are amazing. The truth is, none of us are normal. Everyone's definition of normality is different, making it humanly impossible for anyone to ever accomplish the craved label of "normal". Then again, everything we have grown capable of was once described as humanly impossible. By those standards none of us are human. Not even me. A U T H O R ' S N O T E : This book is completed and there will be a second book coming out sometime next year, most likely in the summer. Please excuse any grammar issues or misspellings I have. I hope there are not many, but please consider I do all of the editing myself. Also this is a revised edition of Incapable - Book I: The Fallen. I think I have made it much better than the original story I wrote in the summer of this year and posted only a few months ago. I hope you enjoy! Happy reading. Xoxo, Miquéla P.S. I'm more than open to Q & A in the comments section or on my board if you have any questions regarding the book or just in general. :)

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