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[ON Hold/ W.i.p.] Columbian Steampunk

[ON Hold/ W.i.p.] Columbian Steampunk

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jul 21, 2018
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Science Fiction
[Warning: this is garbage(this isn't any rp crap either ) you probably dont wanna read this nigga BECAUSE it will be poorly REWRITTEN... i dont know what im even doing...lets see how this goes...((and yes I DREW THE COVER MYSELF))] AHEM* PROLOGUE The desert winds stir a calming thick storm of sand among the lands of Columbia... The darkened sky had few stars, and the town was partially at rest... The east winds brought no new travelers that day and the dogs howled in the distance... She looked at the man standing before her. His eyes held weakness, but contained unconditional love. Her eyes were red from anger, but contained truths that would never leave her lips. "Ali doesn't always exist. Sometimes she is here and sometimes she is not. I am HER. Don't fall in love with me." ------------------------------------Setting----------------------------------------------------------------- "North America is broken into three regions of territory. The past -The Old West era(Columbia) present- Modern era(America) and future- Sci-fi Topia era(Ameri-ci). The laws of the land are simple. Where you are born is where you stay. You do not cross the lines of the regions. No. Matter. What. Do not cross paths with the "elites" who are able to cross those lines. And lastly... Ahhhh I forgot the last law. To me these laws mean nothing. Our history books are screwed, and I mean nothing is illegal unless ya get caught right?"
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I frowned, thrown off "Do i...remember?" "Do you remember..." she starts but her voice falters. She glances down at the sand, biting her lip debating whether to even continue. She then takes a shaky breath and finally looks up. Eyes locking with mine " do you even remember how you got it?" Her question hits me like a slap. I open my mouth, then close it, my brows furrowing as I force my brain to rewind. How did I get it? Nothing. Not a single clear memory. She steps closer, her voice trembling, but the edge of anger sharpening her words. "Or when? Or where? Or for what reason? Or what it even means?!" I flinch at her tone, but I can't answer her. I try. God, I try.. I look down at the sand beneath my feet, forcing myself to dig through every memory, every hazy night out, every stupid decision I might've made-but nothing. Not a single moment of how I got it surfaced. I let out a frustrated breath and rake a hand through my hair, feeling the panic rise like bile in my throat. When I finally lift my head to speak, Ashley's already staring at me, and I can tell-she knows my answer before I say a word. "You don't remember," she says softly, nodding like she expected it all along. __________________________________________ Crazy thing happened...Three years ago, a tragic accident left Ashley scarred and shattered. Aiden survived, but when he woke from a year-long coma, every memory of the girl he loved was gone. Now, Ashley clings to the hope he'll remember-But as time slips through her fingers, the question haunts her-will she lose him all over again? And Aiden... will he ever remember in time? ........ ⚠ warning ⚠ : Mature language, Mental health challenges, Annoying scenes, Heart breaking moments...

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