Here's a snippet of part of my first novel.

“It’s over Darren, there’s nothing left to fight against, and there’s nothing left to fight for. We’re at the mercy of our captors. I’m done with being hopeful, and I’m done trying to get out of hell. That’s what this is; it’s our hell, our penance. Maybe not specifically yours or mine, but our as a society. That power-struggle I was talking about earlier, that’s what this is. It’s our historical boiling point, everything that’s ever happened has led us to where we are now. We can’t change history. All we can do is be submissive to what happens, there’s nothing we can do to change what happened, and we can’t fix what’s happening.” Mitchell finished scrubbing himself down and rinsed the soap off his skin. It may have been refreshing, but that happiness was coming to a quick end as it literally circled the drain. As he stared at the soapy water sliding into the metal grate on the floor he thought about what he had just said. Mitchell wanted nothing more than to be wrong; but this time he knew he was right. “I’m sorry Darren.” “It’s not over Mitchell.” The fear was replaced with the sound of anger. Mitchell realized that his speech had probably made Darren mad, and he knew he should have joined the optimism. He wanted to, but he couldn’t lie to himself anymore. “Darren, seriously...” “No. It’s not over.” The angered tone rose from the ashes with a sense of certainty and courage. Mitchell assumed this to be the tone of a damned fool. “It’s not over until I’m dead.”

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