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Hi, my name is Alice
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 | -Wonderland- {prologue} |
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 5 with 4 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-02-24 18:07:32 |
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I'm lazy. So... instead of changing it to third person like I intend for the rest of the story to be, half of the prologue is in first person. Don't ask why. I don't know why. Other than the fact that I'm lazy, it doesn't suck as much as I thought it would.
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{prologue}
I was born into a world you may not understand. One of oppression and injustice. A world where one hopes to die countless times before that one meets its oppressor. My world is like nothing you've ever seen. Nothing you could imagine.
It's the one that clings at the edges of your mind while submerged in darkness and ignorance. And then what happens when ignorance gets chased past the darkness? Past what was once dark?
It becomes buried in the subconsciousness of your minds. Buried beneath the worry and insolence that we feel for ourselves. It hurts to think about what once happened. About what once was. And when everything starts to wear that feeling down-that feeling that was once something resembling hope or happiness, we die.
And the process becomes meaningless.
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This is Alice. In her own little wonderland. Imagining the unimaginable. And what does Alice have to do to fix this unimaginable destruction in her tiny, unforgiving heart? What can she do to make the pain just go away?
There's nothing to do but sit there and watch. And not offer your sympathy. It's pathetic. |
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