Post by Cducharme on Jul 13, 2013 23:42:49 GMT -5
This is something I've written tonight.* I have a decent plan for two more chapters, and will end it then if my dumb ass writes into a hole as I normally do, or if I can keep it going I'll just expand the fuck out of this. Feel free to PM any input on what should happen, even when I have a plan I still don't know how the story will tell itself to me, so if you got good thoughts, don't be surprised to see them plagiarized for your fellow freewheeler's enjoyment 
*I actually wrote the outline/first two paragraphs (minus some edits to make sense with the current Maine landscape) years ago with a very famous Maine author's advice.
If it wasn't for the death of Edward Savage, I'd have never found my way to that fucking shithole. I guess I should back up in case you've been sleeping in a fucking bunker, like those rich cunts in the Government.
My name is Dante, Iam used to be a dectective for a quiet little town where I had to "detect" exactly four different murders, all of which the spouse did it. Needless to say, I loved my job there in Pownal. I'm close enough to the "big cities" Lewiston and Auburn, where the good man King was treated when he was run down by that bastard in his van, but I had nothing to do professionally. It was paradise, and I knew that Maine being the cunt it is wouldn't let that bullshit stand.
When Edward Savage decided he was going to get in bed with the mafia, no one knew. What the fuck the mafia could want to do here in Maine, especially Turner and Buckfield, I don't think even a real mind reader could tell you. Those are two fucking shit towns where the "airport" is nothing more than a dirt strip across from the IGA.
Good old Edward, he got in some shit that I don't really even know anything about, because of the assfuckery I was about to experience. What I CAN tell you is he was found floating Sabbatus Lake, which would be so far away from where my jurisdiction my inner detective cock wasn't getting wood. But Savage is from Pownal, and here in Maine, Uncle LePage is cutting everything to pay for the unchecked spending by Baldachi (the cunt), so a dectective making only $53239 a year is being asked to transport resident's bodies from towns within driving distance. Let's just say that cunt has extended that driving distance.
Now I always hated going to Sabbatus, especially when the cunt tourists come from all over to fish in the winter or send their bastard kids up here for "retraining" as they called it in my day, but today was special. Not only was Savage found floating free, but the cunts in the media found it. That means every cunt with more than three teeth visible when smiling is preening for some asshole from Portland, or if they aren't so glorious looking and only have two teeth, Lewiston.
This makes body extraction difficult, finding the body you need to pick up chomping down on some cunt from New York who thought leaf changes happen year round's eyeball, let's just say that could fuck with someone, and make the extraction a hell the likes of which I had never seen before.
*I actually wrote the outline/first two paragraphs (minus some edits to make sense with the current Maine landscape) years ago with a very famous Maine author's advice.
If it wasn't for the death of Edward Savage, I'd have never found my way to that fucking shithole. I guess I should back up in case you've been sleeping in a fucking bunker, like those rich cunts in the Government.
My name is Dante, I
When Edward Savage decided he was going to get in bed with the mafia, no one knew. What the fuck the mafia could want to do here in Maine, especially Turner and Buckfield, I don't think even a real mind reader could tell you. Those are two fucking shit towns where the "airport" is nothing more than a dirt strip across from the IGA.
Good old Edward, he got in some shit that I don't really even know anything about, because of the assfuckery I was about to experience. What I CAN tell you is he was found floating Sabbatus Lake, which would be so far away from where my jurisdiction my inner detective cock wasn't getting wood. But Savage is from Pownal, and here in Maine, Uncle LePage is cutting everything to pay for the unchecked spending by Baldachi (the cunt), so a dectective making only $53239 a year is being asked to transport resident's bodies from towns within driving distance. Let's just say that cunt has extended that driving distance.
Now I always hated going to Sabbatus, especially when the cunt tourists come from all over to fish in the winter or send their bastard kids up here for "retraining" as they called it in my day, but today was special. Not only was Savage found floating free, but the cunts in the media found it. That means every cunt with more than three teeth visible when smiling is preening for some asshole from Portland, or if they aren't so glorious looking and only have two teeth, Lewiston.
This makes body extraction difficult, finding the body you need to pick up chomping down on some cunt from New York who thought leaf changes happen year round's eyeball, let's just say that could fuck with someone, and make the extraction a hell the likes of which I had never seen before.
