Aside from the momentary sound of Virginia’s synth-leather shoes as she slid to her hiding place and the squeaking noise of my own Kevlar-vinyl jeans as I crouched, the room was silent after the echo of the knocking faded away into the chipped plaster walls of the room. The din of nothingness almost made my [...]
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Disclaimer:
Several things.
This story is being published in progress and is bound to be fraught with editorial and plot-line errors. NaNoWriMo is about writing as fast as you can and editing later, not about putting out a perfect work beforehand. Please forgive the errors you see.Also, it is expected that this story may be NSFW or not safe for minors and may have sexual or violent overtones that some readers will find disturbing. It is not meant as an erotica novel, but as a gritty portrayal of our world in the near future. Please file your complaints about such material directly into the waste-basket, which is exactly where they will end up if you post comments along those line here.
Thanks,
~M