Speaking of nuts, I've decided to use the WWW as a way to motivate myself to finally finish my nutty story. You may remember it. It's called Nutcases.
Here's a blurb-ish thingy about it: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc.
And here's an excerpt!
Morgan peeked over the edge of the top bunk. "Clark," she whispered, "are you awake?”
“Hmm-mm,” he mumbled sleepily.
She smiled and wiggled closer to the edge, trying to see his face through the shadows. “I just realized I forgot to show you my Nut House. We got a little sidetracked because someone couldn’t keep his hands to himself.”
“Isn’t this whole place a Nut House?”
Reaching behind her, she snagged her Cabbage Patch doll and threw it at what she assumed was his head.
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