01:06:78 THE REBELION

01:06:78 THE REBELION

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In a world where no one dies, people are given an expiration date to keep a handle on the population. But when the Institute begins to abuse there power it is up to Danny and the cute boy with hazel eyes to save the day. But there is one thing standing in their way. Their expiration date. Now the pair needs to do what no man has ever done before. Escape the hands of death. Will the two survive and take down the Institute or will they die trying? Find out in this exciting story written by the aspiring author Lillian Hood. **Note for the author** Hello! My name is Lillian Hood and I am an aspiring author. I am 17 years old and I hope to be published by the time I turn 20. I hope you enjoy my story. If you have any ideas, suggestions or even if you catch a error please let me know! And if you are enjoying the story give me a vote and a follow ;). This was written for the #JustWriteIt challenge. Stay awesome my friends <3
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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