Painful Equality is finished

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I posted the pdf of the story yesterday after taking some time to correct a few things after I posted the last chapter.

I had an issue with what I wrote about bread, and then meat, so I had to go back and fix it. I think that I didn't give it as much thought as I believed I did, since I found holes it in later.

But it's done and you can download your copy now to read on trains, planes and in automobiles.  :)

It has a front and back cover, So if you actually wanted to print it out you can, and it will look very book like. You can't sell it, but you can trade it for non money type things. A lift to work, food, jewelry or another book. Stuff like that.

In a day or two, I'll be finished with my repost and editing of 'Together' and the story will be reposted as a pdf again on Scribd and DA. Inuyasha clearly isn't as popular as it use to be. I'm about two months in with the posting of chapters and I haven't had 100 people read any part of it yet.

Oh well. Maybe one day I'll really sit down and deconstruct it so I can take out everything that makes it a fanfic so I can promote it as an OC story.

UPDATE - April 2nd 2016

I've now gotten around to posting it over at Scribd. So for those of you who might have had trouble with viewing the one over at DA here you go. :)


UPDATE - April 13th 2016

Hey, back again.

I've started to post this story over at Goodreads and I thought I should share it here too. In case you are part of that world and if you are, you could easily share with your friends there.

 Painful Equality @ Goodreads.com 

I think that's it. If I do post this over at Wattpad, which I'm thinking of doing. I may not say anything about it here. Maybe.


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