Creative Writing: The Industrial Revolution

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The industrial revolution. It was a time of change, and surely new, great things came from it. But there are sides that some may forget. In fact, in my opinion, no aspects whatsoever of the industrial revolution seemed particularly appealing or pleasant. I had once believed that things were going to be okay. But now I knew that nothing would ever be okay. Ever. There were reasons for this.

Maybe it was because I slaved over a machine, day in and day out, working my bones to the core and coming home completely drained.

Or maybe it was because of the fact that my family, all two member, lived in such immense poverty that shouldn't have been fit for anyone. The streets we lived on were grubby and cramped, always ill-lit.

Or maybe, just maybe,
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Looking around the new group I had formed, my face split into a grin. Maybe this time, I would fix things. "Okay guys, let's go over our plan one more time. I know Jimmy wasn't listening the first time 'round."

Jimmy shrugged, giving us a crooked smile and leaning back so far in his chair, I was sure he would fall over and break his back. But knowing Jimmy, who seemed to be forever perfect seemed to defy the law of gravity. "Can you blame me? I'm only here for the promise of a better life. I'm not really into the whole violence thing. Which reminds me. Why are you bringing John with us? Isn't he a little young to be doing
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Jimmy and I placed bombs in every corner of every floor of the factory. I let out a scream and saw the other three boys run out of the building. I jumped after them, curling up as the bombs went off. I stood up, shaking. I had gotten out of the area just in time. Shaking the debris of the building out of my hair, I smiled. We had made it. The factory had successfully burnt down, and all five of us had made it out alive. My heart stopped. There wasn't five of us. Not anymore. I turned around and saw that Jimmy wasn't