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Clown World: Book Two continues…unedited rough draft…
The conference room, it was an empty tan tent that served as a conference room, held only a large table. A table that Rae and her boogaloo bandits had acquired from a local furniture store, along with a dozen chairs. Francis stood at the head of the table, stogie in her mouth, and a hard… Continue reading
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Another piece of Clown World: Book Two…unedited…
Prior to the end of the world, many people thought that forward progression required concessions made for the slightest wrong or the most major offenses.Concessions were made, and then things went full tilt into outrageousness. It wasn’t long before those with no gripes felt they were entitled to a whole slew of freebies. Work went… Continue reading
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A snippet of Clown World: Book Two…unedited…
Francis and Jonah waited for us in front of the command tent. Francis crossed her arms and frowned. Her stogie jutted upwards. The ash broke off and fell to the earth. Jonah let out a sigh of relief when Rae stepped out. He shook his head and walked toward her. Rae hugged Jonah and let… Continue reading
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Clown World: Book Two continues…unedited…
Camp Charlie: 23:04 Issac Smith and Jayson Rodriguez stand watching for signs of enemy movement from Tower 6. From their position, they keep a lonely vigil on the southernmost point of the camp. Through the thermal optic, Smith can see that two hundred yards of open terrain that runs into a sheer rock face of… Continue reading
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Clown World: Book Two…unedited, incomplete…
Welcome to Clown World. The Lurkers are winning. Across America, thousands of college campuses are vacant, the athletic facilities no longer have crowds, and throngs of angry students no longer litter the streets. Now, instead of screeching voices and students lifting their fists above their heads, only the guttural groaning of the Lurkers with their… Continue reading
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The Others…a ‘lost’ story…unedited…
I’m not that guy. Never have been. Some people are doomsday preppers, storing food in jars in an underground bunker, hoarding ammunition, and living by the creed of ‘one shot, one kill.’ I couldn’t hit Texas with a nuclear weapon if I were standing in Texas using said nuclear weapon. I don’t live my life… Continue reading
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Wolves…new writing, unedited…
I stood on the porch and watched them leave. At the top of the hill, they turned left and disappeared from view. Still, I waited for them to return, but they never did. After half an hour, I walked into my cabin, into the back room where Jade had hidden, and I opened the door.… Continue reading
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Wolves…new writing, unedited…
Jade waited in the back room, and I jerked a thumb toward the door. “Hit the road, honey. I don’t need the trouble.” She put both hands up, as if to ward off blows she suspected were coming, and she shook her head no. “They will kill me.” “Lady, I will kill you. Get out… Continue reading
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The Ragtag Ruffians and The Jester King…new writing, unedited…
Cyn was an eternal optimist and could find a silver lining regardless of how dark the clouds were. I wasn’t hopeful. Even back in the day, back when the America had transitioned from a Constitutional Republic into a power-hungry, ungrateful, Communist dictatorship, I hadn’t kept much stock in positivity. The Jester King made sure any… Continue reading
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Clown World: Book Two. The beginning of Chapter 2…unedited…
Chapter Two: Camp Charlie Isaac Smith and Jayson Rodriguez stood guard in Tower 6. The tower stood a lonely vigil on the southernmost point of the camp. Two hundred yards of open terrain ended with a sheer rockface of a cliff. Higher-ups had decided multiple towers would waste resources needed elsewhere for such a destitute… Continue reading
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I’m a retired soldier. Writer and full – time coffee addict. I was born and raised in Mississippi, and I joined the Army at 28 for a life of adventure and travel. Interests include: Reading, walking my two pups, Casanova and Chunk, spending time with my wife Chassidy, and trying to pen the next great American novel. I am on Instagram under Freeman’s Front Porch Musings. I sometimes do Twitter under LarryF7371.
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