The Road Not Taken I Christopher Bang
Description
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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Synopsis: Two sisters go down a journey of activism, demanding for equality between men and women while chasing theories that their father has left behind. They adopted a man with a thirst for adventure in the process and he has introduced himself as Christopher. Just Christopher.
Genre: Crack, Comedy, Activism, Adventure, Mystery & Romcom.
Theory 1: The theory of the hidden literature club
Theory 2: the theory of William Shakespeare
Theory 3: the theory of the syphilis study
Theory 4: --
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“Free bleed!” I yelled the moment I exited the building. “Free bleed! No added taxes on pads for women!”
“Ma’am,” a voice said and I looked up to see an officer looking down at me, his eyes trying to look away from my chest. He cleared his throat. “There have been a few complaints—”
“About what, officer?” I asked, tilting my head at him, an eyebrow in the air. “About my free s?”
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“You’re new,” I said, frowning at him.
“I’m not,” he replied, lowering his voice. “I just usually sit on the other side.” He pointed over to where he usually sat and I waved a hand to show him I wasn’t interested. “You’re a Marcier.”
“And I don’t know who you are,” I answered. His lips curled up in amusement, the male offering me his hand so I could shake it. I grabbed it and shook it firmly, squeezing his fingers to assert dominance when he introduced himself.
“Christopher,” he told me. “Just Christopher.”
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“My father wrote of a Secret Society called the Literature Club,” I began, tapping my finger down onto the pages. “He said that there are ways to enter it and their members are handpicked by those who are elite members of the club.”
“And what is that?” Christopher asked, a finger dragging down the list of facts. “Go to your nearest library and ask for a winter walk at the time to talk. May the good hours of the day lead you to a company’s way. What time is the time to talk?"
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Foreword
A/N, I know that this is quite a different story than all the stories I have done and can definitely be more of an OC than the rest. I had a dream the other night so I decided to write it down. This story will touch a lot on literal and feminism back in the day. The timeline isn't 100% accurate so just breeze through that. The theories may change along the way depending on which ones I see fit.
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