The girl walked through the tunnel. Graffiti etched upon the walls, making it seem darker than it really was. The florescent lights flickered, threatening to go out. Sidewalks lined the tunnel, for in the middle there was a one way road, cracked and grey, a memory of the automobiles that once, long ago, tumbled upon. The dim, dirty tunnel has been a refuge for her as long as she could remember. The tunnel was also home to other outcasts—driven from society as punishment for breaking the rules. They were forced to beg for supplies from the Government which came once a month. The girl had heard stories of the town, how everyone bustled around, hundred of people going about the shops. Actual sunlight with warn, yellow rays, unlike the cold tunnel with white light. She mostly kept away from the other Outcasts, except to collect rations and hydration. Everyday was the same, collecting rations, sleeping, exploring the tunnels, and occasionally take the time to hear stories people told of how things once were. They were going to be the same the rest of her life.
That was until a girl named Hazel Becker changed her life.
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Hi, tell me what you guys think. Should I continue, should I stop. Have any writing tips for me? I wrote this tidbit for a writing prompt at school 26 August 2015, so my writing style has definitely changed to a less nice, more straight forward style. If I continue writing it will be in my current style. Again, TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.
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Tunnels
Science FictionThe girl has lived in the tunnels her whole life. She does not have a someone called a "mother", nor have people called "family". Hazel is an illegal twin. She does not know of the world outside of her house, but she does know of the family that r...
