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“This is a true prophecy that came to me from the heavens."

I finished this story two years ago. It is very fascinating, and I would like to call it one of the best light novels in the world!

This story revolves around Benjamin Fenderson, an average homeless anchovy cook on the streets of the US. Follow him and his adventures into becoming the legendary world-renowned 'man who became the dude on the street’s master french style cuisine anchovy perfectionist.'

Ben's story starts small but the former later becomes the greatest anchovy cook in the world! He overcomes many obstacles in his way like Himalayan Hamson, a great cook that many have known, Gabriel Herring, an anchovy professional who knows almost every anchovy recipe in the world, and last but not least, Hubert Waterson, a young Indian boy who was always neglected so he tries to destroy the world!

In Benjamin's adventure, he had seen many things. One of them included even the man on the moon! I would like you, the readers, to please give this story a try, as you may end up thinking that this story is a masterpiece, just like I have.

If someone would please make me a cover photo, that'd be cool.

Benjamin Fenderson, the Man that Was

This story takes place ten years after Ben became homeless. He owned a nightclub called the "Homeless Gender Equality Nightclub of Endorsement." It was greatly hated by all of the homeless anti-feminists. The nightclub was made out of cardboard, and it cost a few cents to get in. One has to make money somehow, right? The nightclub was pretty big in size, actually. The walls were cardboard, and there was no roof. It was in between two walls, in an alleyway. The homeless danced to music from a nightclub wall on the right side of the Homeless Gender Equality Nightclub of Endorsement.


One night, some random guy came up to Ben at the nightclub.


"How much to get in?" The man was dressed up nicely. Not a cheap suit like you would throw on. This suit looked like it was made out of money. (Oh my)


"Three whole cents," Ben replies, and the man hands him a full dollar bill. Ben looked at the thin piece of paper with a fine expression. "I don't have change for a dollar," Ben explained as he looked up at the new stranger.


"That's fine. To pay me back, I have a job for you. Make me the best anchovies money can buy."


Ben laughed about this request, but the strange man looked at him with an intense tone.


"This isn't a joke. I love anchovies, and I want the best of the best," said the mysterious man.


When Ben heard this, he had a thought. He made the best hecking anchovies money could buy. He had loved anchovies all of his life. This was an opportunity of a lifetime for Ben. He went to his back department and picked up his last slice of anchovy. It was the saltiest, the slickest, and the nicest looking anchovy you'd ever see. Ben handed the anchovy to the man, and the man tasted it.


"This is the best anchovy I've ever had!" the man exclaimed after eating his tasty meal. He paid Ben handsomely with another 50 cents. "My name is the dude on the street, and I'll hire you for 20 an hour to make us men the best anchovies in the United States of the African Senate Personality Equipment."


Benjamin couldn't believe it. He couldn't just leave the National Homeless Association for twenty cents an hour. It had to be twenty-five cents. "Twenty-five cents."


"Alright let's go," and they walked off.


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