Political-Fiction[6]

Update: I revised the paper, and made slight corrections.


Political-Fiction[6]:

Of A Man And His Pentagon.
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The train came late as usual, it's the only train station in the town, and it always had trains coming way over schedule. The town was empty, just to avoid exaggeration, actually it had very few people. The minority groups ruled the town, the majority group had disappeared since the war began. The town left so alienated and remote from the rest of the nation. Mr.[x] was frustrated because he would miss his job interview appointment for the third time. It was his dream job, it was the only thing he wanted to master - to be an AntiNationalist writer.

He decided to wait longer,there could have been another ghostly dusty rusty train coming by, luckily there was one caming. It stopped, he got inside, it was surprisingly full of the majority group's people. He was puzzled, and went into deep frozen silence. He decided to stop at the last station to meet someone special, it was one hour away. The train was crowded, it was hard for him to find an empty seat, hardly found one, he sat next to an injured old man, almost raptured. He was wearing white and Red uniform, it had many pentagons. Those Pentagons represent the number of damned Nationalists, he executed...--Click for The rest of the story.
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Written by [x].
The paper might be revised and changed later.


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