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thechildexplicitchroniclesvolumeone
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When they don’t understand they don’t want to listen. And when they do understand they try to look like they don’t understand stating that it is incomprehensible. Though, it was always like this in the town of Her mother was crying all over her when they told her the news, but she signed the papers without hesitation. Crashewzski could see that her own caretaker could not understand her as well; too much fear ruled her life. She only had six hours before she moved there and obtained a room which she would be living in for the next ‘two years’. A white box with monitored cameras and no privacy lasting day after day. So, in those six hours she had (the final private six hours) Crashewzski decided to be awake staring at the alarm clock next to milk quartz lamp which rested on small black nightstand sitting next to her bed. It read The room itself was cold and the sound of static etched out from the window. Gaunt tree branches rattled on the blue glass window from behind her and the wind whispered softly being overtaken by the sound of the static. The sound kept her awake and she decided to place her cold feet on the floor, her glossy indigo eyes studied the maple wooden floor. The lines that gave rectangular patterns that went up and down transformed into bars, bars that she soon would see upon her door... ones that will bind her down to the ground until she shut her eyes away from the pain. As soon as she left her mother would clean the room of her belongings and fill it up in the attic revealing only the emptiness that used be there the first time she looked at her room five summers ago. They stated her as crazy and she could do very little to nothing. All her time has been indeed a waste because no one was there to care; no one was there to comfort her. The ones she did love have gone away to a better place. She stood and walked around the small room that wouldn’t be hers anymore but just a mere memory displayed in the past. As she walked up to the mirror dresser next to her black closet, books and diaries stacked up high like skyscrapers ready to fall down to the floor and create a massacre. They themselves were entrapping memories and artworks she has done within her life time. Novels rested on the floor blocking the entrance to the closet which was empty. She stood in the middle of her room and looked up at the ceiling; it was blank only showing the light that was turned off. Something from behind fell on the wooden floor and Crashewzski turned to look. The alarm clock apparently fell to the ground (it was too close to the edge in the beginning). Ignoring it she walked toward the door and opened it looking forward to the empty hallway. The sound of the static echoed out into the living room and Crashewzski decided to walk there, there was little to do in her room. As she walked through the dark hallway the static grew louder, someone seemed to have the radio on. Voices were whispering in her ear and Crashewzski placed her hands to her ears, covering them... it seemed that someone was inside the living room. She slowly turned around the corner entering into the dim lighted living room. A lamp was on and a note sat next to it. Picking it up, Crashewzski sat down on the red couch and opened up the note, a puzzling look splattered on her face. Dear Crashewzski Please understand that due to the past incidents of the Effect occurring for the past twelve weeks, I am keeping my eye on you. You might not know me or my intentions of what I want to do with you but please understand that the boss’s down below are keeping their eyes open and you are best to be alert. Do not at any circumstances feel that it is alright to trust anyone. That will only lead to suicide; you don’t want that do you? Remember, I will catch you... Sincerely Anonymous <Bosses> explicit une: Attic explicit duex: Ana explicit trios: Aeiko specter ergo I: Jaesper Formats Book Details If any one is left to understand a relm of order into the depths of chaos it would only be retreived from the very sorce, the one...the explicit. But to only find such a "one" will be proven as a obscure task. All that must be overcome is only through one child.... The Explicit. Only that child will be left to hold the skin of life and order...and chaos. With that we will only have one certin source.... to find the true being of every one of ourselves. And that is because everyone is connected. Enter into the relm of The Child Explicit and enter in to the world of the understanding and misunderstanding of the fabricated fragmentation of a child''s mixed reality. Within the eyes of five children; Crashewszski, Jaesper, Gwen, Clair, and Dexter is the true journey of knowing ones own reality and what is most imporatant of all.... Self Existence. In the cryptic town of a . p e l o d i e Even though she is locked in the relm of the fabricated reality she has been able to etch out the first volume of The Child Explicit. Written at the age of fourteen, she is continuing through the chronicles... and deeper into the desert of chaos. This is her first short novel.
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