Restless Nights, Not A Stir Threw The Night

Avatar Author: Francis James This is my redemption My last battle My last fight My last dying dream This is where it ends I will write one last story and then my dream of a writer shall no longer exist I plan to go more towards cooking th... Read Bio

“Shut the fuck up.” Dark figured replied.

“Well I can see we are going to have a great conversation here.”

I was only able to see three people in the room at this point of time. One was a skinny figure, the other was tall, and the one who threw me on the floor was the biggest one of them all.

The Skinny figure walked over a little ways to its right switching on a lamp. A small dim light lighted up parts of the room, I was only capable of noticing the skinny figure in the room, and the other two were still cloaked in darkness.

“So Sarah I see you have two new goons now.” – “Williams isn’t it great to see you again.” Sarah sighed before continue “I thought after the divorce you would be back at your old job and not harassing me ever again.” – “I need information.” I replied. “What kind of information.”

Sarah was looking out at the window as we talked. “A shipment of drugs.” – “A drug shipment Williams I haven’t worked in that line in over 2 years now.” Sarah laughed at this request of information.

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  1. Avatar Mighty-Joe Young (A.K.A Strong Coffee)(LoA)

    now i gotta read the whole thing

  2. Avatar .:Band Baby:.

    I like this but, this just being me, it would be easier to read if there were paragraphs..

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