Rouge Cassé

This story was influenced by everything I've seen, touched, heard, smelled, tasted, imagined, and read. Several of the main elements of Rouge Cassé are present and past politics, films, music, literature, and, of course, personal experiences.

Betwixt the lips of an opulent Downtown and the ramshackle Heights, it remains dark, solemn and quiet . . . . Settle here no rich, no poor, no futures . . . any future budding in a young child's mind goes, of course, as the result of a childish imagination . . . and often, desire and fantasy relight that snuffed notion. Death, Pestilence, Violence, and Famine are rationed for the Heights, where the lives led barely account for lives at all. They thrive around the dire need for plain-vanilla human survival. Those of the Heights take their day here: to the Middle, in which I reside; those from the Middle trickle down to the heart of the city: Downtown.

Downtown is only a small fraction of this Godforsaken ink spot, surrounded by that far lesser potent, the Heights. In all its frivolous glory, it stands as the epitome of sin, desire, and adulteration. It rose, built by calloused hands, completed laced with gold, and finally, inhabited by a completely foreign species. With flapping, undulating breasts, wailing whores trample the gilded floors, while chased by drunken, bloated men. And a never truly passes containing anything requiring much thought; that abandons all sanity, and leaves filthy parties with sonorous, sick pleasure, spreading like a plague in the night.

This is the city of Rouge Cassé.

Here is an outline of the story. Don't look ahead unless you want the rest of the story to be spoiled for you.

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