90 Miles
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In a small town practically in the middle of nowhere, there's an old gas station - the kind that still has the old gas pumps. In the front, next to the machines where you can buy ancient candy for a quarter, there's two posters for missing children. The pieces of paper are getting old and yellowed, and dust is collecting; but you can still see the printed photographs. There's a smiling light haired girl - the poster says she was 16 when she disappeared. She had just gotten her drivers license. The other poster has a picture of a dark haired girl with a serious expression - she was 17. They - the police - said the girls had just ran away; they said they'd turn up eventually. But no one knew what actually happened that night that they disappeared. How do I know all this, you ask? Well, that's because I'm one of those girls. My name is Jackson, Emma Jackson. And by the end, you'll know the truth.
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This is my first attempt at writing a longer story. Here are few things about this novelette: - A novelette stands between a short story and a novella (7, 500- 17,500 words). - This story is not edited, so expect mistakes. - The story has explicit and mature contents. - As part of my "trademark," the story deals with love and loss. Expect drama! - The story is written in a nonlinear way. - I almost forgot; this is a lesbian story. If in any way you find it disgusting, you're free to bounce, yo! (In Jesse Pinkman's voice) - This is fiction. Question me and I will put you in here just to kill you, Game of Thrones style. Lol - © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Let's just support each other. Peace out! How does one make music using broken strings? Discover the powers and dangers of love in this mixture of clichés, realities, and fiction about love, loss, pain, depression, and survival. I have lived in a dark cage. I have torn every page. I have not known light; I think I lost my flight. Please come and rescue me; Whoever hears me! Help liberate this heart And show me love they call art.

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