Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Dystopia - Chapter 1a

It was early spring in the Year of our Lord 2052 or 2053 and the world smelled good to me.  Everything smelled good to me that day because I was free. My definitions were simpler then. I was simpler.  The world? It wasn't, I would like to think so, but I was young an ignorant of so many things  It  has stayed the same, unforgiving, cold, and filled with people who on their best day aren't worth the effort of killing them. 

I had already seen a lot. More then most but about average for a camp kid.