A Story I'm Writing

Thought I'd post a small extract to something I'm writing. It combines 2 of my favorite things- utopias gone wrong and Nazi history. Comment below and tell me your thoughts.

Writing, writing should help right? That's what they taught us in school. Writing preserves your memory. Goodness knows, my memories may be the only thing keep me sane right now.

I've got a decent food stock. Mama gave me all 3 of her lifesaver packs, so if I ration like crazy and learn to get food from this...this place I could survive 5 months. At a stretch.

Oh mama, mama, mama. She's probably dead now. Or be tortured by those brutes. Which is worse, I don't know.

Papa's already dead. They never need the males. Don't know why.

Sylvia! Oh my throat is raw from crying for her. My darling, darling baby sister. I know what they do to babies. They train them to...be... their prostitutes . I've heard stories on what they do to them. I can't bear to think of it anymore.

I guess I should start from where I should. An introduction, a real one. Not those lies we concocted right from school where we had to introduce ourselves.

My name is Alya Zurian. AZ. I live in Sector Delta Psi of what used to be called France. I speak the legal language and behave in the legal way. But  inside I'm wholly illegal.

I learnt what illegal was in the olden days of "democracy" (with demo-crazies, as the joke went). It meant isolating or hurting or even killing those for being different. We all laughed about it of course. It was perfectly legal to eradicate those who were different and didn't follow a certain path or be a certain way, regardless of those who were authority. The whole world knew that. How else would there be no conflict? I mean World Government's motto is "Destruction in Diversity". That's just how life goes.

That's it for now, I know it very short, but if y'all like it, I'll post some more. Comment and let me know?

Why are hobbits so good at math?

Because it's the little things that count

See you whenever.