A boy is born in prison, to parents who were awarded each other for good behavior.
The boy is considered a traitor, his blood tainted by the sins of his parents’ families. Sins like leaving the country.
His world is one of starvation, where snitching on friends and family is promoted, attempted escapes meet with public killings, and children are beaten to death for offenses as slight as hiding a few kernels of corn.
He is familiar with intense labor and cruel guards.
He doesn’t understand loyalty. He doesn’t know that the world is round.
No, this isn’t the plot of another book set in a dystopian future where the government is evil and goodness has shriveled up to die.
This is now. This is real.
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Incredibly amazing work of art – watch how the story unfolds with just a few simple lines. (Also, the music is beautiful.)
Walking along in my dream
Living my dream
At twilight, more towards night than day
Walking among the clouds
Because they’ve fallen from the sky
To trap me
With their long, chilly fingers caressing my skin
As tendrils of miniscule droplets roll past the burning street lamps overhead
And headlights from passing cars pierce the gloom, or attempt to
They say to be careful what you wish for
And ain’t that the truth
Ever since I’d seen Aladdin and Jasmine holding fluffs of clouds on their magic carpet ride, I wanted to hold clouds too
Well, I got my chance
And the air was cool and chilled
And I had goosebumps on my arms and legs
And I walked ever so slightly faster
To escape my dream