Book Synopsis
And the party went on, the backlight illuminated the room; a purple light cast over their pretty school-girl faces.
They giggled in the moonlight shining through the fire-escape window, as the car lights passing by danced on the wall, as if a strobe light pulsed, to the rhythm of the night.
What a sight to behold, and they’re ripe for the picking.
The night thought silently, as it rubbed its metaphorical hands together mischievously; a shit-eating grin far and wide.
The wind scattered and blew a picturesque skyline, of a city-scape erected in the middle of Eden, cop sirens ring the town's bell and summon the hungry night, as they desperately try to meet their quota, collecting souls, and feeding the beast; the machine is living and breathing, and the white picket fences even further in the distance can sleep peacefully, as everything is pleasant in Pleasantville.