The W.P.

The W.P.

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Short story based off prompt: The year is 2100 and the world is running out of water. Describe. Sneak peak "They call us the W.P., no one likes us. I can't blame them though, I mean who would like people like us, like me? We come barging into your home snatching the any and all water that is not within regulation. And the regulations, don't even get me started on those. "
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Water

{Book 1} The year is 2150. Water is gone. Almost. A crippling drought managed to cause mass destruction to the world with the exception of five countries. Five corrupt countries that survived using tricks that the devil himself created. Deceit. Lying. Stealing. With the last stores of water, these countries should have flourished. However, dishonesty still poisoned the soil of these last places of refuge and havoc reigned. Away from the slow demise of the outside world, two sisters seemed to be awaiting death- dying more each day. The only thing that kept them alive was the lake which they had been entrusted with, hidden from the prying eyes of the government. But what will happen if the whereabouts of this lake is know to those that hold more sin in them than hell itself? What will happen to the two innocent sisters? There was no place for their purity in a world where the only thing pure was the water. And even that had an aftertaste of poison.

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