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[I wasn't going to post this for review, so I let someone I knew read it. He didn't like it, but he won't tell me specifically what's wrong with it. -_- So I decided to post it anyway so maybe someone with quality reviews could tell me what's wrong with it after all. That being said, this is only the introduction to what could be a new project. I've had the ideas floating around for a while, I've tried starting it a few times, but it just never seemed to materialize. There hasn't been much editing on it, and clearly it's quite short so far, but I don't want to continue if my writing is going somewhere readers don't like. :C Well, OK then. I'll shut up now.
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]The city was loud enough before the war. On its own, the city carried enough sounds, enough yelling and enough sirens. But with the war, even in the silence people still heard screaming.
It didn’t matter how many Legals paraded the streets or how many Legals paraded the streets with their guns in their hands. They could sit all the kids down in front of the government’s picture screens to make them stronger. They could tell the parents what they wanted to hear in order for them to believe they were free again. But not any of this mattered anymore. All that freedom was starting to wear off, and even with it, they could still hear the screaming. They could hear things getting worse.
As the city grew louder the people grew wearier. All the freedom they thought they felt was becoming more temporary, more fabricated.
