BuScAnDo UnA PèRdiDa

BuScAnDo UnA PèRdiDa

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Todo empezó un día; en una de esas mañanas, lluviosos, con nubes grises, nada de color, sin vida y sin ganas de hacer nada. Allí fue cuando levante la vista del suelo lentamente, para echar una mirada en la ventana. Sí, me quedé pensativa reflexionando sobre mi vida , en como ha transcurrido, todos los errores que he cometido y sobre todo, hasta donde he llegado... Sé que sonará absurdo pero necesitaba plantearme estos sucesos, para encontrar el camino pérdido. Para ello ... debería empezar por el principio de todo. Como ya dicen, para que haya un hecho debe haber...comienzo.
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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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