The Hidden Chest

Within here are some of my nearest and dearest personal writings. These books were seen by only a few trusted and will never again be seen by any eyes but my own. The story is enchanting.

Set in a beautiful desert city in a post-apocalyptic world...An employee of the occupying forces contracts a rare and fatal disease and is presumed dead after an escape from the enemy...A gift of brilliant mental processing meant to stop the spread of the crippling disease he's responsible for spreading, all the while dying from its very effects...The hope that a wealthy emperor will give his multi-billion dollar spice and herb venture to the occupation before it strangles civilians...Genetical tests that create a super bug that turns man into beast...

Here's an excerpt from the first book in the chest. It still gives me chills.

"They cried, they screamed, they sacrificed everything for nothing and begged for a second chance after they forgot about the first. They were all around in the darkness, in the eyes of those nearby, in the arms of all that was true and false. They were bred in insolence, born in innocence, raised in disgust, and died in loathing. They stood, they crawled, they walked, and they learned to read all so they could spill their own flesh's blood and experience the thrill of death. They were each other. They were the citizens."

I love this story and only visit it once every few years.

Tonight I have an appointment with nostalgia.