The Hollow
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Última publicación sáb, dic 31, 2022
*Complete*
There were only three rules in The Hollow:
Rule number 1: Nothing shall be done without consent.
Rule number 2: Need not, want not.
Rule number 3: No one shall be excluded or looked down on within The Hollow.
Jonah still had his moments of fun but they were few and far between now. He was like a candle whose flame had recently been blown out, still smoking, the wick still glowing at the tip and occasionally a gust of wind would light it up for a few seconds. There was a hardness to him now, the same type of hardness that his father had always held. To the Outsiders they were all cold, hard, mean but even to the people of The Hollow, Jonah was. His only soft spot being Zander, until the night of The Festival. When an Outsider breaks one of the rules, Jonah's life is thrown into chaos as he tries to save, not only The Hollow, but his own sanity.
* TRIGGER WARNINGS *
Please heed the tags, this story deals with drug use, alcohol use, rape, abuse and suicidal thoughts. These are unhealthy relationships and unstable people. The actions that take place in the story are not condoned and should not be emulated.
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