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The Waste Chapter One -RevisedThere once stood an orphanage; its exterior built in Gothic-style so that it resembled the castles where kings and queens presided over their entire domain. The orphanage, aside from its antique look, wasn’t particularly special; it housed orphans, the caretakers, and the headmaster as many orphanages do. It forever would have remained unremarkable had pure death not fallen from the heavens. The gray snow that fell from the even grayer clouds was what made the orphanage such a special and unique place, at least to people residing in it, because, for them, it was the last civilized place on the planet, and they were the last hThe Waste Chapter One -Revised
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The Waste-Ch.4-The JournalSty didn’t bother to go into the room, not yet at least. He was the new head master after all; he could decide what to do and when to do it so long as it got done. At least, that’s what he hoped the deal would be. Hib and Tiq hadn’t said anything to him yet and he was sure he had been sitting on the cold tile floor for at least an hour now. Besides, what could two elderly twins do to a man who survived ten years in the waste? It was absurd to fear them, yet some how he did. Perhaps it was living with them for fifteen years that cemented fear of them into his mind, but no, they were never particularly scornful, even when rules wThe Waste-Ch.4-The Journal
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The Waste - Ch. 3 - BasementChapter 3 The BasementThe Waste - Ch. 3 - Basement
Before long Sty was at the basement door. It was clearly old; the knob, which was probably at one point a brilliant gold color, was now rusted with age, a thin layer of dust accumulated upon it, which caused Sty to wonder, How did Hib communicate with the Head Master? however; this was something to ponder later. Fatigue was heavy upon Sty’s mind. Ten years out in the Waste had certainly changed him. He was more calculating now, even now he was forming countless scenarios in his mind about his soon-to-come meeting with the Head Master. He was deep in thought when Hib spoke up and
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The siren sounded around three o’ clock in the morning. At first that’s the only
thing that could be heard.
The Siren. The damn, bloody siren they sounded just about every chance they got. There was never any emergency. Damien thought sleepily. I was having a good dream, to. “Or at least I think I was…” he murmured aloud. Try as he might he couldn’t recall any part of the dream. He noticed the sirens again, they usually only lasted about a minute; long enough for someone to realize there was no problem worth sounding the alarm for. He looked around his
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Such amusing fiction, these stories they tell. If they really had a desire to live, they would've been more aware of how easy it is to die. In these moments, you can tell They're not regretting having hurt you. They regret doing it to your face.
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