| Author: | Wulf Francu Godgluck | ISBN: | 9781311629340 |
| Publisher: | Wulf Francu Godgluck | Publication: | January 12, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Wulf Francu Godgluck |
| ISBN: | 9781311629340 |
| Publisher: | Wulf Francu Godgluck |
| Publication: | January 12, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
ACID City was no place for fluffy kittens and puppy dogs. Easy cattle and all. It was the human equivalent of Hell.
Always dark, always raining… Light didn’t exist here. Well… unless one counted the light emitted by the vast city. Artificial… everything was.
ACID City was a dump. We, the scattered remains of after-shit stuck on its not-so-white porcelain-rim toilet. It was a Fallen City, one for criminals and lowlifes, the poorest of the poor. And assholes like me.
I ain’t no nice guy, and I’m definitely not the hero of this story… Heroes are wasted breaths of space; no one needs them in their life. I was one, a long time ago, when I used to be a soldier, friend, lover, husband… A father.
The first rule of ACID City: Avoid. Do not get involved in other people’s shit. People will screw you over, in any way they can. And enjoy it.
Two: Lie. Everyone lies. There has not been hard, honest truth in this world for God knows how long. Except for one…
Three: Fake it. No one is who they seem— not even ourselves. Your heart will trick you. Your feelings are a bunch of shit made up to make you believe you once were human… but there might as well not be any more humans left. The ones that are… just don’t have the humanity to give a shit.
I broke every one of my own rules.
And I hate him for it.
ACID City was no place for fluffy kittens and puppy dogs. Easy cattle and all. It was the human equivalent of Hell.
Always dark, always raining… Light didn’t exist here. Well… unless one counted the light emitted by the vast city. Artificial… everything was.
ACID City was a dump. We, the scattered remains of after-shit stuck on its not-so-white porcelain-rim toilet. It was a Fallen City, one for criminals and lowlifes, the poorest of the poor. And assholes like me.
I ain’t no nice guy, and I’m definitely not the hero of this story… Heroes are wasted breaths of space; no one needs them in their life. I was one, a long time ago, when I used to be a soldier, friend, lover, husband… A father.
The first rule of ACID City: Avoid. Do not get involved in other people’s shit. People will screw you over, in any way they can. And enjoy it.
Two: Lie. Everyone lies. There has not been hard, honest truth in this world for God knows how long. Except for one…
Three: Fake it. No one is who they seem— not even ourselves. Your heart will trick you. Your feelings are a bunch of shit made up to make you believe you once were human… but there might as well not be any more humans left. The ones that are… just don’t have the humanity to give a shit.
I broke every one of my own rules.
And I hate him for it.
