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Killer Kills the Coopers in Middle America

Killer Kills the Coopers in Middle America

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Published by Joshua Allen
My first novel (written in 2005 and buried) come to light. It's been gathering dust, figured I'd air it out. At the time of writing, I had never heard of a comic book series called Wanted, and this "killer" has nothing to do with that one. For more info on my work, visit http://joshuallen.blogspot.com. I welcome any constructive comments as well. This is a rough draft, so bear with me. Fair warning: contains graphic sex, homosexual encounters, murder, drug use, and anything else I could think over the mad 4 days I wrote it.
My first novel (written in 2005 and buried) come to light. It's been gathering dust, figured I'd air it out. At the time of writing, I had never heard of a comic book series called Wanted, and this "killer" has nothing to do with that one. For more info on my work, visit http://joshuallen.blogspot.com. I welcome any constructive comments as well. This is a rough draft, so bear with me. Fair warning: contains graphic sex, homosexual encounters, murder, drug use, and anything else I could think over the mad 4 days I wrote it.

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Published by: Joshua Allen on Jun 18, 2009
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by that day in the prison, Bill had thought about far off

beaches, sun-warmed wind, and plump women. Bill had started in

Amsterdam, which wasn't known for its beaches, but Bill needed a

little escapism to start his journey off on the right foot. He

ended up getting himself arrested, then getting questioned in a

murder that was several years old. When the released him a few

days later, Bill shrugged it off and went to the nearest hash

bar to smoke up. The place was like most in Amsterdam: full of

drunks, weirdoes, whores, fags, and everything in between.

Bill enjoyed his smoke in peace for awhile, but he started

to notice a skinny guy with half-red hair was giving him the

eye. He almost left. He was about to get up and leave--he was

sure of it--but his hands had other plans. They gave the skinny

guy a little motion and soon he was joined by the queerest queer

in Amsterdam. The guy took a long drag off Bill's rented hookah.

"What's your poison?"

Bill shrugged and pointed at the bag of marijuana on the

table.

"Is that Red? That's some good shit. You have good taste--

for an American."

"Is that so?"

The boy winked at him.

"Tell me what you know about that boy who got murdered.

"Milly, was his name. I didn't know him, but I knew of him.

Why did you kill him?"

"Maybe I did. It was an American, right?"

"Are you going to kill me?" The boy was leaning closer to

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