Dazzling Glow 1 Introduction

Caught between what my mother calls, the G.o.d eaters and a community I named myself, the corpse eaters, my strange family and I, followed my father (where no one will look for us.), more than 12 years ago and since then, we stayed there until we left, six days ago.

We didn't really move for (Where no one will look for us.), we disappeared there voluntarily. After an English family named Flemming died in a car accident near the town of Chester, the Sanderson family suddenly appeared in a small town in South Africa that should not be mentioned.

This small town, which does not appear on any map, has retained its way of life from 1795, the date of the first settlers who set foot in the region. This place, in which the proud Western traditions of past centuries still apply without everyone's knowledge, is better known by its inhabitants as Tecan.

When she arrived, the corpse eaters immediately wanted to integrate the Sanderson family and rally them to their cause. Equipped with their Bibles, the G.o.d eaters them, tried in vain to swallow, but these new neighbours seemed so far away that none of the two clans could really approach them.

The number of dead corpse eaters was not that large. All had the same repulsion for this region in which slavery still had its full place. These important people, who came from all over the world in complete confidentiality, were turning the earth from local historic sites such as ancestral cemeteries for the sole purpose of making money by looting antiquities and diamond mines long-forgotten.

Already isolated by my nature, drowned in an ocean of G.o.d eaters, my schooling, although it went off without too many complications , did not allow me to flourish as much as I would have liked. There were many reasons, but boredom was the first.

For a teenager of my age who only wants to enjoy her youth, the harsh laws imposed by the G.o.d eaters to whom my father wanted me to obey for form, led me to the sh.o.r.es of the ocean. As the conquistadors did in the past, I often thought about escape by the sea, but the last rays of the sun always drove me home. .

No shopping centre, no cinema, no women's clothing shop and even less cosmetics, Tecan represented for us women creatures, a deathtrapin which it was impossible to spend our money.

I think it's not very useful to point out that here we didn't have access to the Internet. However, that does not mean that modernism had not reached our small town cut off from all civilization.

At the telephone exchange, Miss Didi and Miss Louise made it a point of honour every day to put in contact those who grabbed their phones to call and those who answered from 08h00am to 04h00pm. Outside these hours, perhaps we should have set up a communication centre using smoke signals?
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To live in a mainly reactionary community that denies modernism and the thoughts that could drive their descendants to revolt is also to be subject to their clothing regulations or political rules. Provocative skirts and outfits: forbidden for diablery.

Books and music firmly controlled because of brainwas.h.i.+ng prevention and various distractions monitored, so as not to turn residents into alcoholic slackers.

I don't know how many times I've been able to ask him. "Oh, my dad, why did you take us to such a place?"

His answer was relentlessly logical and yet it did not suit me. "In order to disappear."

Once, I remember having a flash of genius and I retaliated. "Disappearing in a rigid city cut off from the world that doesn't exist, isn't that like dying?"

"Who's talking to me? Would it be my daughter, Eve? For a dead woman, you look perfectly healthy to me."

What could I have added? Not much, I'm afraid. I had done with what I have, with my own resources. I had lost, but I smiled at him, before going back to my room to sulk.

Tecan, the G.o.d-eaters and their absurd doctrine, the inexhaustible desire for wealth of the devourers of corpses, all this is now behind me.

(Welcome to Rinville. A modern city.)

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Only three days left and back to school... Thinking about this anniversary of my country High School that I have been waiting for so long already about to end, I get depressed. Tonight, to forget this sad reality, some friends and I went out into a small forest nearby with a simple goal in mind. Empty a few beers and destroy our heads.

I guess when I get home, my worried mother will be waiting for me sitting on the couch. As always, she will fix the screen in which any program in which she has no interest will be projected. I can already see she coming back to life as I walk through the door. Furious, she will yell at me, because once again I come home drunk.

My mother is like that, always worrying about me. I can tell her that his great son is already 17, but I know that nothing can alleviate her fears of losing her second child.

I think I've had a little too much to drink. A walk will only ease the pain that has seized my head.

In the small forest, I sway, I get my feet caught in the brambles and I b.u.mp into the trees. Sometimes I really wish I was a wolf. A wolf sees in the night.

Now I'm laughing alone. Dean, even if your town is getting on your nerves, it's time to go home and relieve your mother of her fears.

However, this city....

(Welcome to Rinville. A modern city.)

That's really what it says on the old sign at the entrance to the city centre.

Despite the 11,000 inhabitants who live in the city itself, to which can be added all those who surround it, Rinville has specific characteristics that are unique to it but that no surrounding city envies it.

Since our town hall, which attracts lightning for unknown reasons, was reduced to ashes, our town council has taken up residence in a sports hall. For six years now, our thrifty mayor has been putting his small administrative staff through h.e.l.l to the great regret of his const.i.tuents who have to go behind a refreshment bar to update their ident.i.ty papers.

My High School is not to be outdone. Rinville High School appears shamefully to everyone under the name of (l H h cho l.) Our cla.s.srooms are dusty all year round and do not mention our desks, chairs and other lockers that our parents knew before us.

I complain, but I shouldn't because we have everything that a city of this size should have. Public swimming pool, cinema, communal library or a real shopping centre, Rinville is not so badly off.

Not affiliated, our cinema does as it can. It still manages to offer us some independent films from Eastern Europe without subt.i.tles that are perfect for entertainment if Viny, the local drug dealer, has managed to procure to get some weed.

Another notable point that differentiates our unique city from its neighbours: A few years ago, after the fertilizer plant accidentally spilled some products deemed very harmful around the pool and children's playground, public health inspectors cla.s.sified our small paradise as a disaster area.

Stuck between the medical centre and an industrial area that has been under construction for more than 40 years, period when a crooked developer attracted foreigners by offering comfortable houses at low prices before running away with their money.

Our pride: The Rinville shopping centre will celebrate the day after tomorrow its fifth anniversary. All the inhabitants are eagerly awaiting the big picnic organized for the occasion which will take place on the car park of the most beloved place in our joyful town.

Already the exit! This forest is still relatively small. I prepare to turn around when a little gleam that breaks the darkness catches my attention. In this area, apart from the forest, two ponds in which we swim when it is too hot and one field, I see only one place where light could come from.

It's also likely that it's another group of teenagers who came here to drink discreetly, yet if that were the case, I bet it would be louder. If the evening was younger I would have ignored the light to go back to emptying beers, but I think I've had enough for tonight. What else do I have left to do but move forward?

"An angel!"