Take a walk through time as you follow six hippie friends who rejects society norms as they attempt to navigate through life during the 1970s in this sit-com like novel.
Started: August 2021
Published: June 3, 2022
Ended: -
Cover by AlexandraLing2000
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James hummed as an idea struck him. He shut his magazine, tossed it on the coffee table, and pulled himself from the wicker couch. He crept across the room and opened the bathroom door, glancing inside. He then ran across the room and went to Daniel's bedroom. The room almost appeared to still be a guest room with the neatly made bed and fluffed pillows, but the acoustic guitar leaning against the far wall and the few shirts hanging in the cracked closet stated otherwise.
James childishly giggled and grabbed the guitar. He positioned himself and strung the strings with his right hand while using his left hand to hold down certain strings on the neck. The result? An ear bleeding vrummm.
How did Daniel and every other guitarist make this look like second nature?
He peeked out the room to make sure Daniel hadn't quietly stumbled back. He was unsure where Daniel had gone out to so early; the man usually slept in 'til noon.
He bent his neck and began to strum with his teeth, like Jimi Hendrix.
Crick!
The guitar fell from his hands and crashed to the floor, a sharp pain vibrating through a tooth. James jumped from one foot to the other, hand cupping his mouth. He mimicked a court jester from the Medieval days.
"Puck, puck, puck!" he cried.
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A sigh pushed from Bonnie's lips, lost to the soft wind. Richie rubbed her knee in attempt to soothe her but he piled on to her stress. He traced over the dark scar she had gotten as a child while climbing a wire fence. They sat beside one another on the sun lounger, arms brushing. She had come to the balcony to smoke a cigarette and feel the November sun on her face. The sun hadn't shone all week; it was only Wednesday but those previous two days without sun felt like a lifetime.
"You don't have to decide now," he quietly said. "But think about it, you're too stressed here."
"I said I'll pay you back, Richie," she sighed again.
