Dystopia

The halls still reek of boiled cabbage. As the days of misery continue more and more posters filled the Victory Mansion. The Party is still trying to come up with a lie after I confronted them. The problem is, I do not remember what the lie was. My memories are still distant, my mother and my sister may be alive or dead, how will I know? My wife Katharine, the joy we would always have is now distant after the Party prohibited us from sex. Since the split, since were are denied the right to divorce, so I have not seen her since. The posters with Big Brother were there more than ever. The Big Brother is our god. We follow him and not a religion or anyone but him. There was an unusual amount of people calling me comrade than ever. The Thought Police, although clueless of my actions, they were closer to me. The thought of them supporting and defending the Party disgusts me. DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER. My memories are becoming clearer after looking in the children book.

still completing.