My instincts told me no but I just couldn't resist. A chance to break the rules I was taught all my life, in one day. Who could resist? I knew I certainly couldn't...
The good old 1960s. Or so they say anyway. My father says we live in a good time. A time where laws are made to protect us from "the dirt". But "the dirt" don't seem so bad to me. They talk just like us. They eat just like us. They breathe just like us. So what is so bad about "the dirt". No one has ever answered my questions about it but I have learnt not to ask questions anymore.
To the naked eye all that separated us was a chain link fence but what they didn't know was that everyone was doing everything they could to keep us apart.
a/n: This is the story description of a future book of mine. It was started in early 2018 and hopefully I'll one day continue it and publish it for you all to read.
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Prompts And Shit
De TodoAs described in the title... prompts and shit! (the term "shit" can be taken literally or metaphorically). A small collection of original novelettes/novellas, which didn't seem good enough to be their own story, but seemed too good to not be publis...
