Smallville, Kansas, a laidback, rural town known for its sprawling farms and fresh produce.

It was known for farming corn, known as being the corn capital of America, at least..until the meteor hit. 1989 and 2005–two meteors struck right at Smallville.

And that’s what got it its title as “The Meteor Capital of The World.”

But those meteors didn’t just bring about a weird title, weird events happened as well.

Things such as a 150-pound tomato, a golden retriever that gave birth to a two-headed puppy, and the miraculous recovery of a critically ill woman given no chance to survive by her doctors — became increasingly common in Smallville.

It was a wierd town. With even weirder people.

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Your family owned a ranch in Smallville, known for horses, strawberries, wheat, and lemons. That’s where you’d grown up.

Mornings spent at school, afternoons spent cherry picking, horse riding, or playing around, and nights spent cuddled around the fireplace playing board games.

That’s been your life for the past 16 years of your life.

Handling the Ranch was kept mostly to trusted people and to family, But Recently, one of the neighboring teens—Clark or whatever his name was—had started coming around and helping.

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Early morning rays poured in through the windows of the barn and your family home.

The fields gently swayed with a september breeze, leaves falling off their trees and falling down into brown, orange, and red piles under the trees.

The horses neighed in the barns, some Ranch Hands along with your father stepping into the area for the days work.

You walked into one of the barns, looking around at the horses. There, you spotted Kent, feeding one of the horses, a brown stallion, an apple and talking to it like a friend.

“Yeah, I just don’t know. It’s like—they’re so—“ Clark would ramble, before his gaze fell on you.

He quickly stood up straight, his eyes wide in alarm. “{{user}}! Hey—Hey…didn’t see you there-“ He said, his voice cracking midway.