So guys, I see you liked my smut, I like smut too, however this is not smut, and I was wondering your views on an original story, yay? Nay? Should I do it? Well Ill post the first chapter and tell me if you want me to continue. If you do, I'll get it copy-righted or something, and I'll see about publishing it, when it's finished, but until that point, it's entirely free on here, I hope you enjoy it.
THIS IS MY STORY. I OWN IT. (I will accept suggestions for a better title)
Chapter 1 View of Astrid
I live on earth, Milky-way galaxy, quadrant 0.745-earth standard. I live in a tiny town, in what used to be the United States of America, in what used to be Indiana. Now it's just "section 8" though. The earth is plagued with poverty, starvation, and all-around royal suckitude. I'm the only able body in my family, and the only one, besides my 9 year old baby brother, Donnie, but he's too sick most of the time from the ash overhead.
Oh, did I forget to mention? I live in a crap world, where we can no longer see the sun; we have lights called "Solar Simulators" or "sols" for short. It sucks, the food we eat is bland and tasteless, but I heard rumor of some guy illegally growing strawberries, my mouth waters at just the thought of something sweet. The water always tastes like rusty pennies and the air always smells like salt. Home sweet home. I'm 14, going to be fifteen in exactly 4 days, then I start work in my "designated" area, most people just get placed in the salt mines seeing as we live so close, others get placed as testers and sometimes we get placed in school, going on to be great people. Then there is leader class, which is decided by monitoring the youth, and very few exist, seeing as there are certain requirements to be a leader. Snake-like, brutal and slippery come to mind, not that-of course- I would ever say that out loud, I might get banned. I know that doesn't sound bad but it really is, we work in our sections for curs, curs mean food, food means full belly so you can go to work. Unfortunately if you take work out of the equation, it means death, and as crappy as this life is… it is still life.
I watch another lovely little gray house as family moves in next to me, speaking of death, that's what happens, when you die, your little gray house, on your little gray block in you little gray town, gets "reassigned." Then, another little gray family moves in and clears out whatever was left of your little gray life. Gray, gray, gray, and the color almost makes me physically sick now. The government teeters on collapsing and their solution, the cleanest, gray so it doesn't show dust, and colors have apparently been outlawed, everything but red, yellow and blue, the most basic colors. At least they have in my mind, the different gangs represent different colors, representing rebellion, imagination, pretty much if you wear anything but the "suggested materials" you get arrested or trailed for being in a gang.
The sky is blacked out, and the factories hum day and night. I live in a terrible world, a world with little to no life. A world of ash.