Rewrites
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Burn…an old short story gets rewritten…
Red trails of light glinted in the surface of the puddles of water outside of the bus terminal. Normally, tires whined on the dry pavement, but on this dreary day they made a sloosh sound. I sat on a damp bench underneath an overhang and paid little attention to the hum of life that went on… Continue reading
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The Murder Business…another rewritten portion…unedited, incomplete….
Abraham Winston sat on a bench next to the street corner and fidgeted with his hands. In a fit of anxiousness, he rubbed them together, oftentimes in such rapidity as to create enough friction that he could shock unsuspecting strangers. People often stopped and spoke to him. On occasion, he would mutter a word or… Continue reading
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The Murder Business…the rewrite continues…unedited and incomplete…
Konan looked out over the hollow, the moonlight glinted off the dew-touched leaves, the rays of the moon drifted lazily through the canopy of trees that surrounded the crime scene. Konan sighed a heavy sigh that hinted at pain hidden deep within him. Lilly leaned against him, resting her head upon his broad shoulders.“Where did… Continue reading
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The Murder Business…The rewrite continues…unedited/incomplete…
Friends until the end. Continue reading
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The Murder Business…rewrite continues, unedited, incomplete…
Baghdad, 2004:Members of Convoy Alpha gathered around the Humvee as Alpha Leader jumped on the hood and said, “Listen up yahoos. Add wild dogs to our list of threats. When dismounted, keep your eyes open.” Konan scoffed and rolled his eyes. His gunner, Samantha Redd, Red Sammi to her friends, laughed and elbowed her truck… Continue reading
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The rewrite continues…The Murder Business…unedited/incomplete…
The locals described County Road 171 as a goat trail that led to the deepest part of the woods. No streetlights broke up the darkness. Massive hills dotted the landscape, large boulders jutted upwards all around the area. The flash of blue and red lights indicated that Lilly and Konan were in the right spot.A… Continue reading
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The Murder Business…The beginning of the rewrite…unedited…
The abandoned warehouses stood as a silent witness, along with the full moon that hung precariously in the sky, as two black Chevrolet pickups pulled into an overgrown parking lot. Fifteen minutes ticked by before another black Tahoe joined them. Tia Mathers, Chief of Police for the town of Fredericksburg, stepped out. Mayor Tim Smith… Continue reading
About Me
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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