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Fear and Loathing in KilgorePart One:Fear and Loathing in Kilgore
Part of the problem of writing this is figuring out where to begein. It's probably easier to start at the beginning. Politicians are crooked, that's basically how it goes. Some though are so blatant that it's hard to imagine people like that exist. Such is my experience with Republican wingnut Larry Kilgore. I debate even now almost three months later if I should capitalize his name. Good ol' AP says I should so who am I to question it? The following conversation at the school Newspaper budget meeting is written so that the identities of those involved are kept secret.
A: "What about Larry Kilgore?" (the fi
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Lead me to temptationThe goosebumps always annoyed Pete when he got scared, also the heart pounding, always the pounding, not like the thought came to him mid-thought, no. It was afterward when he sat down and relaxed a little bit that the idea came to his radar.Lead me to temptation
Tonight was one such night an experience he shall not forget for at least weeks to come, or maybe it won't be with him at all. But what had started as just a little glitch escalated into a nightmare. The lights flickered, and generally when they flickered, so did everything else electrical, but never the AC. This didn't cross his mind until the it did kick on. As most summer nights in Texas
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Showers of GraceShowers of GraceShowers of Grace
Pt. 1 “So tell me, why’d you quit James?” his old partner said one night as they sat on the edge of Phil’s truck.
James just smiled and sighed saying “Detective work isn’t fun when you can’t get through all the red tape, freelancing is more my style.” He paused looking up at the starry sky “Besides I guess I won’t ever get over that night way back… seems a bit cliché don’t it?” He laughed.
“Still not over that huh?” he frowned at James “It wasn’t your fault you know, you coul
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Inner DemonsScott Mcarrthy left his office, briefcase in hand as he walked onto the mezzanine from the elevator. His body was by no means in shape, so as he glanced across the hall to the stairs door he felt a hint of guilt. The secretary on the main office never looked at him, but rather talked to him as he walked to the front doors.Inner Demons
“Take the stairs Mr. Mcarrthy?” She asked typing away at the computer, tip tack tack, enter.
“Yeah.” He replied sullenly to avoid conversation with the woman. He never had anything against her, but he viewed her as a bit of a dunce, she was relatively new to the office but she h
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