Skin City

By Jamie Logan

Bridda Brown is a socially aware human woman who longs to find love in an increasingly perilous environment. In her mid to late twenties, she suffers back-to-back tragedies and is comforted by a stranger who has been her friend all along. Her friend who she hasnt truly met yet is Esta, an angel. Esta struggles to find a way to tell Bridda who she really is, and after one fiery date, Esta decides she has to tell Bridda the truth. Esta is aware that some of her peers will persecute her for revealing a centuries-old secret that was forbidden to be revealed by a ruthless tyrant. The circumstances are dire but the feelings Esta has for Bridda are real.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 4, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483681337

Jamie Logan

James Logan is an amateur writer who began his process of growing up in Ottawa, Canada. He attended the Royal Military College of Canada for two semesters before being lured away from the hard-earned opportunity by a ruthless and tyrannical doomsday religious cult. The experience temporarily left him emotionally and mentally ill. He is no longer religious and continues to soldier on in a world that continues to grow.

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CONTENTS

Prelude One

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Prelude Two

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Interlude One

Twenty-One

Twenty-Two

Twenty-Three

Twenty-Four

Twenty-Five

Twenty-Six

Twenty-Seven

Twenty-Eight

Twenty-Nine

Thirty

Interlude Two

Thirty-One

Thirty-Two

Thirty-Three

Thirty-Four

Thirty-Five

Thirty-Six

Thirty-Seven

Thirty-Eight

Thirty-Nine

Forty

Finale One

Forty-One

Forty-Two

Forty-Three

Forty-Four

Forty-Five

Forty-Six

Forty-Seven

Forty-Eight

Forty-Nine

Fifty

Finale Two

Fifty-One

Fifty-Two

Fifty-Three

Fifty-Four

Fifty-Five

Fifty-Six

Fifty-Seven

Fifty-Eight

Fifty-Nine

Sixty

Appendix One

Medicinal Sex Experiment

This story is dedicated to You and Me.

This is a fiction story. Some elements of the story may be viable and some may be vile. I am in no way responsible for any way you interpret the story I have crafted. I am responsible for the implications that I have projected but didn’t do anything to hurt anyone purposely.

PRELUDE ONE

The planet Eden was a relatively new environment; the people that were born there were not aware or made aware of what was before them or how their home came to be the place it was today. Their history was very limited and precluded with a big question mark. It functioned day to day based solely on the undying fortitude of the spirit of the city. The emotional necessities were not met and things were getting worse by the day for most as the freedom and prosperity of the few increased. Ninety-nine percent of Eden’s citizens were enslaved to the system of the times, just for being born there. Unknowingly, all but one person in the one percent were enslaved to it also. The hope that was offered to the citizens that they too could one day experience the prosperity of those one percent was mostly false. They were led to believe that everyone had a fair shot at it, but one person in the one percent knew they would never be there because that person had manipulated economic and political power through deceitful practices that it had spent it’s existence working on. The people of Eden were composed of both biological creatures and ethereal creatures and they experienced their lives based on what was already present at their beginning.

There were six different sub-races of the biological race on Eden. There were the Orientalasians, Nativasians, Arabasians, Africasians, Caucasians and Indianasians. All were unique but had more similarities than differences. Their skin colors were all slightly different shades of brown and their blood was all red.

Vortecs was a state in Eden that had, as technology advanced, become the most wealthy and influential state on the planet. They were a force, but even though the citizens of Vortecs had more by comparison to the other states, they were being oppressed and robbed of a vital life resource.

ONE

Bridda browsed through the channels of Eden’s state-lite network of multinational satellite communications and frustrated, turned it off and stormed out of the room. She slammed the door to her and her sister Soala’s room in the family’s two bedroom apartment.

Everything is the same! A few seemingly self-important people galloping around in the presence of others, projecting their perceived superiority! she exclaimed looking at the sky.

How is there hope? she questioned, still too inexperienced to know that such cries are only heard by people with the same questions. Although, Bridda hadn’t yet met or even known about them as they were invisible to her beautiful brown physical eyes.

Bridda had existed sixteen years when she began to realize that the reality she was born in was not the only way that things could be. She was partly inspired about some of the social potentials she saw, but she was increasingly depressed by the oppression that she was born victim to by no fault of her own. She often sought conversation concerning the evolution and growth of society that could improve conditions for the majorities of people and questioned why there were so few that were so excessively abundant and why they were always putting it in the faces of those who were ordinary.

She struggled in her life to find anyone who was willing to examine and discuss these topics; the way things were had the effect of lulling the people into acceptance of drudgery. People were simply exhausted and unable to muster the energy required to get into depth on the issues that had made them so exhausted in the first place. Bridda didn’t hold that against them, but because she was young and still unaware of the harsher realities that underlay the problems she saw, she continued to press on these hard topics. And as her meditations evolved, the topics became harder and easier to address, and she felt within herself a duty to uncover the cause of oppression which she saw as the cause of the epidemic depression in her and her peers.

At twenty-five she was employed by Vortecs Ensight News Media Co. She was a talented journalist who was a head turner, not because she was extremely beautiful, but there was something about her that attracted people. She started a personal blog and it had received over a thousand hits in the first year.

Since about the time her new career began, she had noticed a different aura around her; pressures seemed to be increasing and headaches became chronic for her. Her family doctor, Dr. Hailel, who had always been pleasant to her as a child, had suspiciously altered into the counterperson she thought he was and she left his office feeling hopeless and defeated the past few visits.

"Well, my dear, Dr. Hailel said as he quirked his head to one side. With an awkward expression on his face, he said, I can’t help you with your headaches and here’s why," he said, not even looking up from his tablet.

I’ve been reading your blog and I think it’s pretty clear why your headaches are more frequent.

Oh? she said out loud. Seriously? she thought.

"You have a problem with acceptance, Bridda; there are certain things you just can’t change and you are wrapping yourself up in them. My professional advice to you is that you shut down your blog site and try to appreciate what is real instead of trying to change things."

Bridda’s expression was like, Excuse me?

There was nothing in her life that she was more passionate about and inspired by than writing, and her blog site gave her a sense of freedom in an environment that she felt less than free in. She valued the criticism in the feedback that came from those who read and responded to her posts; although the criticism was mostly controversial, she was a person who could use it to grow, regardless of the delivery. It was in her opinion the most positive thing in her life, and after this comment she had had enough of Dr. Hailel.

"I don’t understand such an irrational comment on my personal life that has nothing to do with the nature of this visit, and in my professional opinion, you’re way out of line. I have no clue what has come over you in the past few years, but from one person to another you are a very discouraging person to have to interact with and I will no longer be requiring your services!"

Dr. Hailel’s face turned empty at the receipt of her words.

Good luck finding a medical professional in this city… , he creepily exhaled as she walked out.

TWO

www.briddabrown.blogspot.ca

This entry is written in frustration, so heads up.

Potential paradise and its obstacle:

The children of the Universe unknowingly came to be enslaved because one tyrant exploited freedom by use of primitive deceit and fear-based bullying tactics to make itself above others, working against equality, the most basic element of peace.

So here’s a fictional story of this happening in an imaginary land called Apolia.

As it were, there were some people who were trying to understand the purpose of their existence and trying to come into harmony with it. But sometimes their progress offended someone who refused to see itself as their equal. The greater than attitude was in the ruler of Apolia and it was harsh, deceitful, and self-centred, not like honest leaders who are socially centred, who work together and toward the benefit of the whole group. The Apolian ruler, who was deceived by it’s own irrational ideas about how relationships between people work, was constantly paranoid about maintaining it’s imaginary divination-based power structure where one person ruled supreme over all others; so it was threatened by the children of the Universe who were seeking out the lasting, overpowering principles of love and equality. So it delegated over the children of the Universe taskmasters to afflict them with long weeks, harsh criticism, and consistent degrading dictation through different broadcast methods, in an effort to break their spirit and cause them to be miserable and quit their pursuit of peace and equality. But the more energy it put into discouraging the children of the Universe, the more they grew in strength and beauty. The Apolian ruler didn’t understand that it’s oppression was similar to CO2 that plants need to grow."

Thought maybe some could relate and it was a bit of self-motivation for myself that I’m needing these days.

Bri

Ugh, Bridda sighed as she closed programs and shut down her computer.

She was discouraged but not disheartened. She believed in society, specifically the ninety-nine percent of the population that was under the same oppression and wanted desperately to open up the issue that the one percent would stop at nothing to keep shut up. She knew it was possible, but she didn’t want to have to do it alone.

If I would just meet someone who shared a dream of equality and freedom, to practice and test all these theories and ideas that make so much sense in my head, she thought. Everyone I meet just seems so brainwashed to the impositions of the one percent. Is it realistic for me to think that I will ever meet someone who finds hope in some of the things I find hope in? she imagined to herself before she turned the light off and went to bed. It was a weekend so there would be ringing bells and sounding of horns the next morning to gather together in what Bridda saw as brainwash centres located at different ends of town. She looked enough into Nublism, Didlity, and Kritism to see that all three ideologies were based on the same thing and that they justified a tyrannical form of government teaching that one will reign supreme. It frustrated her to no end that nobody saw that these ideas were tyrannical, with the very definition of tyranny as their doctrine. Religious days drove Bridda nearly mad, although she enjoyed that they got the day off work.

That night while she was asleep, she had a dream where she met a guy who was asking her to dance at a club. He kept handing her drinks but even still, like everyone Bridda met, she gave him the benefit of the doubt and she woke up as soon as they were on the dance floor.

The next day, as she was walking home from the grocery store, she noticed the same guy in her dream on the other side of the street walking quickly, awkwardly, and staring at her as they passed each other. Unsure of how to deal with the awkwardness, she continued walking pretending not to notice that it was the same person that was in her dream. She told herself, It’s just one of those unknown things.

THREE

Ernest Fictor was a millionaire who loved to have his face on billboards and his name spammed on any and every social media platform available. He started off as a criminal lawyer, and with unnatural speed progressed to become a judge in a span of five years. His character in front of a camera was seamless. In his early forties, he became president of Vortecs State.

It was no sooner that Ernie became president that the overall mental and emotional health of the city plummeted. There were fourteen missing persons investigations opened that same week, a 67% increase by comparison to the average. Not to mention the public humiliation and imprisonment of the near retired head of police who was blitz-alleged and blitz-convicted to be involved in the dealings of the Sparrows, an underground jetcycle club that until recently had been Vortecs primary source for exotic marijuana and the finest cocaine. There were twenty-seven search and seizures immediately following the allegations, with reported evidence tying head Husky to the infrastructure of the organization. There was talk of a few journalists who were able to interview him after the allegations but the videos never surfaced. Rumor had it that one of the journalists who interviewed Husky was also the star in one of the missing person’s cases. The Sparrows’ only real adversaries were the Vultures, who were by their own behavior marked as lowlifes by not only the security professionals but also by the majority of society for their reckless meth-lab explosions in areas with dense population and for their reputation as the most brutal of pimps. They were by no means leading in the sex market because their women were broken down and beat up all the time. They were the brainless brute thugs, the kind that look like rats that do anything for cheese. The Sparrows had honor within their crew, and they upheld a code that was remarkable for any company in that line of business. For the majority of Vortecs, these recent events were sad news.

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