In this week's excerpt we meet One-fifty-two, one of the Simples. When I started this story, I never intended to have him become the foremost MC of the four, but with his emotional vulnerability and unique pov, he quickly became my favorite to write.
He’d had a name. A name of his own before he’d become One-fifty-two. He looked at the numbers stamped on his hand. They’d hurt when William had put them there with a needle and ink. But it was part of being a man, of growing up. He’d cried, but not too loud. No one had wiped away his tears.
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Poor 152! Intriguing premise!
ReplyDeleteAw! He needs a hug. :( I'm intrigued!
ReplyDeleteHmm, deliciously macabre. I absolutely love the feel of it so far, somewhere between Brave New World and GATTACA.
ReplyDeleteThe first chapter goes up for critique tomorrow. Dig in. :D
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