"My name is Wanda Solace. I'm a monster."
I killed my mother when I was five. I have hurt people more times than I can count. My father, and my friends (if I ever had any before this chapter of my life). And now here I am, chronicling the last bits of my life.
They said a tiger can't change its stripes. Well, she sure as hell can try.
Here I am, still trying.
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The Town was a good Town. The Townspeople were kind to each other. Everything was beautiful. Everything was clean. The women wore pretty cotton dresses. The men wore handsome button-up shirts. Parents adored and doted on their children.
They lived in accordance to the prophecies passed down to them by the Giver, the great being who had created all of this. The final prophecy decreed the coming of the Taker, who would take it all alway.
The Taker was meant to end the world. But the Taker would have to first be raised within the Town.
---The main character uses they/them pronouns. The main character likes using they/them pronouns. The main character is genuinely genderqueer and it's fine. They use they/them pronouns because they like it. Not because of all the cult stuff that happens. The cult stuff is separate from the genderqueer stuff.
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This work is in the public domain and anyone can do whatever they want with it.
This is the second part of a three-part series about a Woman's experience with a Religious Cult.Angel and her family are now part of a cult. They have surrendered their possessions, mind, and soul to the Prophet. Will they be happy and how will Angel cope with this change in her life?
I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad