The Village

The Village

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Based on true events weaved into a story of a place only known to outsiders as the village, but to all inside the gates they live in the place that follows them and controls them . This story covers the struggles of a Alya a girl living in the dictatorship known to no one but her peers, it covers her struggles with depression living in a society that controls all she is and knows all she is . Until that sadness turns to rage and with the help of new outspoken friend they plan to escape and never come back. However "The Elders" aren't having any of that (Feel free to give me feed back at anytime) Much love , K.Sebrina
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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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