an empty can and a piece of string (DISCONTINUED for now)

A/N (author's note)

I thought I'd make a statement about how this story came into existence to save myself from possible questions later.

Essentially, I was going to read (the probably pretty well known by now) Flowers From 1970, but I fell asleep before I got to begin reading. Due to what was most likely a combination of reading that title before bedtime and wondering what the story could possible entail, and my heavy hyperfixation on story writing and creative fanfic plots at the time, I ended up having this dream. Now, obviously, my dream will be altered slightly for entertainment and accuracy's sake, but it still remains true to the original plot. Therefore the following book is based partly on the title of Flowers From 1970 and also a dream I had one time.

It's not set anywhere in particular, but will be described as some old English countryside town simply because I have never been to America and wouldn't know how to describe it to save my life.

Disclaimers

K so I would like to say, I have been doing research on creators' boundaries during the writing of this fic, however, if any content in this work crosses boundaries of anybody involved, it will be edited in a way that the story can still be enjoyed if you wish, while still keeping the content creators involved safe and comfortable :D

I've never really written anything besides school assignments and a few things scribbled in random notebooks, so if this story is completely and totally sh¡t, please understand that this is the reason why and I'm sorry for wasting your time.

This story has literally next to nothing to do with Minecraft but I will be using Minecraft photos for the page headers because they are pleasing to my eyes so you'll have to deal with it. The parts will also have random numbers I'm the titles because I like confusing people :)

Most of this won't be proofread because I mostly write while sleep deprived.
With that all out the way, enjoy ^-^