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daytime brought with it the feeling of being alive, the feeling of once again having a fresh start

By Jennifer Rios, December 15, 2013.
General

Only in the daytime could he sleep. He wasn't naturally nocturnal but the predators of that land had forced him to be that way. If you weren't alert at night you were dead. He was so used to this way of living that when he saw the colours of day reappear, like their inks had been refreshed overnight, that his eyelids began to droop. He would find a shaded spot that would conceal him from prying eyes and the August sun, then ply himself with flower scents to mask his odour before drifting away. Then once the fading light ceased to shine through his eyelids he would automatically wake. The onset of twilight would have his heart beating fast, the hours of blackness stretched before him and there was no guarantee of another dawn.

By oliviaheart, October 22, 2014.
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In the daytime there was the swirl of pollution in the hazy sunlight. The air was barely fit to breathe and the street noise was enough to cause permanent ear damage. There were street vendors and pickpockets, illegal pop-up shops and drug dealers, muggers and thieves. By night there was no-one. The streets were utterly deserted, only the litter moved over the grime. Night was when the beasts were let loose in the city, bioengineered to look like the worst science fiction could deliver, they swallowed first and chewed later. Then at 6am their remote control collars gave them a tranquillizer injection. By 7am they had been loaded onto carts and taken to the holding cells to feast on any rule breakers, Amy had a plan to get out of the city, but for her it was a toss up between the throngs of morality devoid humans in the day or the flesh devouring monsters of the night,

By oliviaheart, October 22, 2014.