Descriptive Essay New London
New London. A place of opportunity. A place for the future. A place of fierce oppression.
I grew up just like every other child in New London. We're raised by parents that were raised just as us. We're given predetermined jobs. Twenty thousand dollars is then given to the children when they reach seventeen as birth money. From there, they do their job. They're given a wife at age thirty. And the circuit is repeated. Just as it has been for the last seven hundred years. Complete stability. Nothing differs. The motto of New London comes to mind when anyone starts to question the society: 'Trust in the Great Megaton, for the sake of society'.
I'm walking home from my job as a newspaper article writer. I'm bringing home eggs, bread and milk. Another Friday. My wife Ashley is cooking her neighbourhood award winning casserole. My children are playing with their toy trucks and probably fighting over who gets to play with the big yellow cement truck. …show more content…
A single bed and stainless steel toilet and sink are the only things that belong to me. For three days, I was given three meals a day and nothing else. After breakfast, two men with the crest of New London on their shoulders drag me into a room with a simple electric chair in the middle. They gag me and stand upright at my side for what seemed to be a few hours. A greying, bearded man then entered the room with his hands behind his back. He was dressed in a purple robe with a hood that hung at his back. I knew his face from the thousands of propaganda posters that could be found in the streets and buildings of New London. Lord Tidus Trevil.
"You do know why this is happening don't you?" He spoke with a guttural and monotonous voice. "We simply cannot have the citizens of this fine city disagreeing with the way that we run things. I sincerely hope that you understand." He walked forward so that we were face to face with only a few centimetres separating
I grew up just like every other child in New London. We're raised by parents that were raised just as us. We're given predetermined jobs. Twenty thousand dollars is then given to the children when they reach seventeen as birth money. From there, they do their job. They're given a wife at age thirty. And the circuit is repeated. Just as it has been for the last seven hundred years. Complete stability. Nothing differs. The motto of New London comes to mind when anyone starts to question the society: 'Trust in the Great Megaton, for the sake of society'.
I'm walking home from my job as a newspaper article writer. I'm bringing home eggs, bread and milk. Another Friday. My wife Ashley is cooking her neighbourhood award winning casserole. My children are playing with their toy trucks and probably fighting over who gets to play with the big yellow cement truck. …show more content…
A single bed and stainless steel toilet and sink are the only things that belong to me. For three days, I was given three meals a day and nothing else. After breakfast, two men with the crest of New London on their shoulders drag me into a room with a simple electric chair in the middle. They gag me and stand upright at my side for what seemed to be a few hours. A greying, bearded man then entered the room with his hands behind his back. He was dressed in a purple robe with a hood that hung at his back. I knew his face from the thousands of propaganda posters that could be found in the streets and buildings of New London. Lord Tidus Trevil.
"You do know why this is happening don't you?" He spoke with a guttural and monotonous voice. "We simply cannot have the citizens of this fine city disagreeing with the way that we run things. I sincerely hope that you understand." He walked forward so that we were face to face with only a few centimetres separating