Did you know that the Count of Monte Cristo was originally published in the Journal des Débats in eighteen parts from 1844-1845? It was a serialized story printed on a weekly basis in the public newspaper of France. Like our weekly television shows, it was used to enhance readership and raise revenues. The writer used a pseudonym to keep his anonymity from readers. I would like to take a go at writing a serialized dystopian novel in 18 parts. So each Monday I will introduce a new chapter under the pseudonym, Tina Semanas. Why a woman? Because female empowerment is the current trend of culture -- women have the upper hand and hold most of the cards these days in opinion -making circles. So Tina is my feminized and de-Christianized name and Semanas is my last name in Hispanic form, another power group. The title of my story is “2185: We Are Big Sis.” INTRODUCTION: On Green Grass by Tina Semanas “Run, pick up the football and run!” Without hesitation Drew grabbed the damning evidence by the laces, gripped it tight in his right hand, and tore off into the wall of pine trees and wild thickets to hide. Seven other terrified boys followed him and once they scurried deep enough in the dense forest, they fell to the ground, not making a sound. Three large rovers pulled up to the curb by the park; orange lights flashing with 5 NWP agents armed with stun sticks and DNA readers. “Red, quit breathing so heavy!” Drew whispered to the small red-headed boy huddled next to him. “I can’t help it, I don’t want to be exiled like my dad. Drew, I’m so scared!” Drew, with his index finger over his mouth, squinted. His eyes expressing the extreme danger of the moment. He whispered, “Hang on for a couple of minutes and I think we will be safe?” Across the park five agents searched for any sign of criminal activity. A bone skinny, mole faced man pointed to some depressions in the uncut grass, “See, I told you...Look here, I know these are cleat marks, I just know it!” The largest man in the group squatted down to look closely at the marks and replied, “Clay, those are at least two or three days old. We missed them again. Don't worry, we’ll catch ‘em soon enough.” The 5 agents headed back to their rovers, jumped in and sped off. “Whew, that was close!” Drew muttered to himself. “O.k. fellas, they still may be watching us from a distance. Let's wait here 15 more minutes, and then we will go home one at a time, each person take a different route. And whatever you do, hide all grass stains and don’t panic!” Drew, being the last to leave, lifted three large fallen branches and removed a steel gray box from a hole. He typed a four digit code on an L.E.D. pad which unlocked a switch and caused a spring to pop open the lid. Slowly, he placed a well-worn football into the steel safe, closed the lid, replaced the box in the hole and placed the branches back on top. As he slipped out of the woods, hands in pockets, head bowed low under a dark hoody, two eyes were watching.
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