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Apocalyptique
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  • Parts 14
  • Time 54m
  • Reads 3,489
  • Votes 356
  • Parts 14
  • Time 54m
Ongoing, First published Sep 25, 2018
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La fin du monde est prévue pour vingt heures. Tout le monde le sait.
Il fait déjà nuit, l'air est incroyablement chaud et le ciel est rouge.
A Paris, le cœur d'une boite de nuit underground bat à la chamade, dégueulant ses décibels.
La fin du monde est prévue pour vingt heures  et  une horde de jeunes inconnus fête ça dans l'hystérie et le désespoir.
Mais loin de l'alcool, loin de la danse, loin des lumières, c'est la mort qui revient dans son atmosphère anxiogène. Toutes les angoisses d'une génération sacrifiée qui se soigne à la folie. Toutes les questions d'une jeunesse qui ressent chaque nuit comme une apocalypse de plus.
La fin du monde est prévue pour vingt heures et ce monde a décidé de danser.
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