#novella
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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 rewrite of The Murder Business continues…unedited/incomplete…
Tiffany Watkins is having a bad day. Continue reading
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A Hot Day Down South…fresh writing, unedited…
Paddy O’Shea stood behind the counter as Tomas and Tasha entered the building. Both had sprinted to the doorway; large drops of rain had dropped on their shoulders and drenched their clothing. “Y’all come on in,” Paddy said. “Thanks,” Tomas said, as he brushed the rain from his over coat. Tasha did the same thing,… Continue reading
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Additional content for AHDDS…unedited…
“That woman’s trouble Bray. You need to leave her alone,” Sara snapped. Bray has lost his mind over this woman. He’ll bring the entire house of cards down if he’s not careful. “Shut up, Sara. If I want to hear your lip, I’ll scrape it from my zipper. Tasha’s mine. She may have left, but… Continue reading
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Another portion of AHDDS…the reconstruction continues…unedited…
Tomas walked out of Sparky’s with a smile on his face and a song in his heart. Tasha’s one of a kind, a woman of unequalled beauty. From the restaurant window a brown bearded man watched Tomas leave, the mirrored shades covered his eyes, and he pulled out a blue PaperMate pencil and made a… Continue reading
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A small writing of AHDDS…unedited…
Tomas watched as the lithe, dark-skinned woman whisked through the restaurant in a fluid state of grace as she poured coffee and chatted with her customers. Smiles abounded as the woman moved from customer to customer taking the time to make each one feel as if they were the most important person in the world. … 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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