On August 3, 1944
I looked up at the night sky. It was a full moon with many stars. I could see many constellations like olaf the snowman and dick cheney, but the full moon really caught my eye. It allured it with its robust structure and gleaming glint. It looked to me like a circle with holes in it. But how did those holes get there. That night I pinky promised myself that I would find out that answer.
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Man of the Soil
Historical FictionReuben McGrub, an aspiring astronaut, must save up a certain amount of money to enter space training. To get to his goal of $85 he applies to work at a rutabaga farm. Here he meets a rag tag team of cowboys that help him find his true self.
