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This is a story I started and never completely finished, here is what has already been wrote....
I awoke to the damned noise of the alarm clock wretched from hell, to moan in disgusted pain. I rose to disarm it's evil capabilities. Stepping upon
the frozen ice-like wooden floor, I grunted all the way down the hall to the bathroom. I turned, shut the door with a slight slam.
Apologetically, I groaned at my own action. Still half-asleep, fearing the light which would blind this ravage beast's hatred towards dawn, I turned
on the water instead. The knob squeaked with bitterness, and I awaited.
Roughly a minute later, still standing naked, waiting for some sign of heat within the water's chill; I commanded myself to step into the cold
horrible start of a day. It was a shower I took quickly. I dried off, and walked back to my room shivering in my robe. I got dressed, and longed to
climb back into my haven, bed.
Disavowing my wants I walked into the hall, down the stairs and saw Ruudin. I stopped on the 4th step from the bottom to ask him, "Hey, what's up
with the water? My shower felt like icicles."
"Yeah," he replied, "NationAll Services is sending someone to look at the tenement's water heater. But the government has been busy lately."
"Sounds like crappy public service if you ask me." I replied. "Haven't you read the Primier Union
lately? Blizzards out east knocked out
numerous main power lines, NationAll is pretty busy; I think our water heater is the least of their worries." Ruudin lectured. After he finished, I
walked down the rest of the stairs and sluggishly into the tenement's kitchen.
I approached the table and saw Carl, the eldest of the tenants here at Housing Complex #178. He was about 67, but looked far older; the years of
government labor and propaganda took a severe toll on his body. Yet even so, he still followed the brainwashing motto; "Together, Strength For All!"
He would echo.
It had been instilled into the fabrics of his mind soon after the revolution. "The Revolution," he would prelect, "created glorious centralization,
governmentization, and equalization." That was what the government reinforced. Always continuously called by the Leader's Council, the best thing to
happen to us, ever.
After pouring a cup of coffee, I went to the table and sat down. While drinking my dirt-like black coffee, I picked up the newspaper; front page:
Terrorist Strike Parliamentary Office
Yesterday, a group of organized terrorist entered the offices of the People's Premier Minister and planted explosives within the compound. A total of
25 people were killed including, the Premier Minister himself, Brewen Deckon. The remaining four leaders on the Leader's Council were shocked by the
horrific news and heightened the national security level. Three terrorist were apprehended escaping the scene, and are under going intense
[Edited on 3-8-2004 by BeingWatchedByThem]