Justin Thomas
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Amateur Storywriter.
Stories (1/0)
The Emerald Locket
The city is starting to become dark as the sun had been hidden by the tall building for just over an hour. The neon lights and holographs are the only thing lighting up the garbage covered street and alleys. The sound of rats fighting over some food can be heard with distant gunshots echoing against the metal walls of the high rise buildings and apartments. The rare beam of sunlight reflecting off a satellite dish atop one of the towers bringing the only natural sunlight that can be found when the sun is not at its highest. Life is hard in the city. But that is where everybody lives now. Jobs are few and far between. The land doesn't grow produce like it used to in the past. Amongst the doorways and alleyways people are standing around smoking, talking, just trying to enjoy the few hours of light the sun offers. Their skin pale and clothes worn due to the high poverty in the lower levels of the city with a locket around their neck. Each locket different from the other as they are the identification of the person, they will tell everything about who you are, who your family is, your social status, as well as your job. Most everybody has a weapon of some kind as crime has become more and more rampant.
By Justin Thomas3 years ago in Fiction