Sunday Morning Satanic Panic
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Last published Sat, Mar 30, 2024
The year is 1984, you're an 17 nearly 18 year old high school student at Partridge county high school in partridge county, Iowa. A really small and really rural farming town during the heart of what would come to be known as, Satanic Panic.
Meanwhile, Your boyfriend Carter is the front-man of an up and coming unnamed metal band that him and some high school friends put together. Him and his band had recently gotten a gig at a dive bar on the outskirts of town called the "Sunday Morning" because "Why go to church when you can get drunk" as Mason Grady, the owner, famously would say when asked why the hell he'd name a bar that.
Stuck living in the middle of a rural town alit with the fear of the devils music turning their children into sinners, and with parents who don't understand nor really care. Carter is insistent on saving the two of you from being stuck in Podunk Iowa for the rest of your lives, but with everything seemingly working against the two of you, it's gonna take a whole lot then a guitar that won't quite tune, 3 band members who really don't care and Sunday morning alcohol.
(All the characters and the town of partridge belong to me and this story will be undergoing editing as I am uploading it. Many things may change such as the reader having a name but a lot of my ideas are still up in the air)
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