Aisle 14 (2015)

Aisle 14 (2015)

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"The store was filled from aisle to aisle with bodies. They weren't all dead, as could be inferred from the quiet moans and the rustling of sick people stumbling around the shop aimlessly- but they were already corpses in the view of the other side of the door, who were still outside in the freedoms of nature." Its been 100 years since the apocalypse and humanity is no longer thriving. Humans are forced to live without the luxury of electricity, and its every man/woman for themself. In Melanie Kane's community, an epidemic has spread out of control - a sickness. As the community has no place for the sick, they are forced to be dropped off for death in a nearby Walgreen's. They've convinced themselves theres nothing that can be done. It's the only way to contain the illness. This practice questions almost everyone's morals, but Melanie, teenager, has to forced herself to be rational as the commander of the community's military. But Death has no favorites. No list of people to spare. Will Melanie stand her ground as more helpless sick are tossed into the depths of the abandoned store, or will the guilt finally prove to be too difficult to bare? CREATION DATE: 2015-2016 please contact me if you'd like to make a cover for this story.
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"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

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