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We were told to do a thing on hell in english. Two or three sentences max. I got a bit carried away and did this...
A child standing alone in a room, sobbing. His parents decaying corpses crumpled on the floor, covered in blood. The house is in disarray - wardrobes smashed, valuble antiques in pieces on the floor. The knives protruding from his parents chest, driven in with such force that even the rubber handle has penetrated their body.
The soft sobbing echoes through the otherwise silent house. This isn't a home anymore.
The sobbing subsides, too suddenly. He walks over to the corner of the room, slams his back against the wall and slides down into a sitting position.
A dull, monotone chant begins, 'Wake up, wake up, wake up...'
Truly this is dystopia.
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