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CLBronst Writing2.b.rtf Revised A

CLBronst Writing2.b.rtf Revised A

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This is the first several pages and chapters of Disturbing Visions, a mainstream thriller about a young pre-med student who finds herself caught in a web of lies, obsession, and murder when she links her frightning visions with her fiance's tragic death a year and a half earlier.
This is the first several pages and chapters of Disturbing Visions, a mainstream thriller about a young pre-med student who finds herself caught in a web of lies, obsession, and murder when she links her frightning visions with her fiance's tragic death a year and a half earlier.

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Published by: Christine Chris Ambrosini Bronstein on May 16, 2011
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Bronstein 1
Disturbing Visions
Chris Bronstein
 
Bronstein 2Prologue“CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!” The men pounded their fists on the table as friends kept handingBrian one beer after another.Michael Lehman, a handsome, blond man with a military haircut gave his brother a big, friendlyslap on the back. “Drink up, Bowie! This is your last night as a single man.” Brian, nicknamed for hisuncanny resemblance to the pop star, chugged down three beers as everyone cheered him on. “Yes!Keep ‘em coming!” Everyone shouted in unison.Andy, a bombastic close friend of, Bowie’s, handed him a bowl of French ticklers as the other men hooted and hollered. Another colleague of his removed one of them from the bowl and unrolled itfrom its package.”This is your lucky night, bro’. Believe me; she will go out of her mind with those.”Loud bleating sounds ripped through the air when two inflatable sheep floated around the bar.Someone presented a vibrator to Bowie, along with some bondage gear.”Mustn’t forget the edible underwear,” a thin, wiry dark-haired man with thin-rimmed glassestossed him two packages.“Those are nasty,” another voice called. “She will definitely not go for that.”“Ah, you’re just jealous because I have the honors and you don’t,” Bowie jested.“Give her my number if you change your mind!” The words came from a young athletic tannedman with slicked back dark hair.A young man with crew-cut red hair discreetly gestured to his buddy. “Bowie’s got one hot
 
Bronstein 3fiancée. I’d love to show her what I could do. I would have her quivering, begging for more.” He pulled out a long cherry stem out of his mouth with a knot in it.The party was at its peak. A life-size fake cake was wheeled in as honky-tonk music began.Everyone hooted and hollered in eager anticipation when out jumped a stripper. But the surprise wasreplaced by jeers and laughter when one of the men saw the hairy chest and washboard abdomen. Thefaux dancer had on a red satin G-string with a long, blond wig. He gyrated his narrow hips like awoman. Removing the satin corset, he revealed a pair of large, plastic breasts. Gaudy orange-redlipstick, hooker blue eye shadow, and heavy rouge covered his face.“Hey, what’s with this-get a real stripper!” A blond man bellowed.“No way, man” Bowie’s brother spoke for him. “Tanya would kill him if she ever found out.”“Tyler, get your ass out of here!” The words came from Mario, a young black man who got upout of his seat and turned to his friend. “We’ve got to get out of this freak show! If my wife had theslightest idea what kind of party this turned into, she’ll divorce me in a heartbeat!”“Hey, chill,” his friend said. “Everyone’s just drunk. That’s just a costume.”“You didn’t have him as your roommate at UIC; that’s how he really is.”Halfway through the party, the sound of a loud rumble attracted everyone's attention. Severalyoung men made a beeline for the front door to investigate the noise.“Hey, check out the Harley”, a slight young man yelled, slurring his words. “Been dying for a bike like thatA few minutes later, two tough young men with long fair hair and black sports jackets enteredthe restaurant. But everyone was too intoxicated to even care that the new guests crashed the party.Instead, the hosts gave them a friendly slap on the backs, welcoming them.“Hey, Mac,” one of the hosts called out to the bartender, “need a pitcher of Michelob for our new friends here.” Several minutes later, the two guests, along with the rest of the gang joined in to

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