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The Stranger Within by Brandon Shaw

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events, or locales is coincidental.

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It wasn’t long ago life seemed normal, people would just go about their everyday lives. Well until a few months ago when this stranger came to town. No one knows who he is or where he came from. He just moved in one day and started building something in his workshop, on the out skirts of town. Mrs. Jane Gumbo, is the town elementary school teacher. She is always snooping into other folks business. The people here in town dislike her ways, but her bit of detective work in checking into everything happening around our great city of George Town, is how we first heard of this stranger outside our city limits. Jane spoke well of this man. She said he was a fine young man, couldn’t remember a time where she met such good stock up in these parts. Well, I got to be honest I don’t know what to think of a statement such as this from Jane. Personally, I just think she is just hard up for a date ain’t nobody from around here give this gal a second glance. I am Jake, a painter by trade and I’ve painted just about everything stationary in this town. These folks up here keep me real busy with new jobs popping up daily. Let me tell you a about our little town for awhile, than about the assortment of charters which live among us in this bustling booming town. It is a growing city with all the modern comforts of a big city. Most people around here know everyone else though. The city for me still hasn’t lost it’s charm as a small community. We have huge malls for the gals, lots of musicals, bands which come in from all over, gambling, and did I mentions various places in which to quench a man’s thirst at the end of a hard days work. I am not married, so I frequent many of these watering holes, and among my favorites is a place called Sailor’s Den. The bar at first glance appears to be on the verge on toppling over, but it is a thing of beauty when I have had a few. This bar is always getting bigger in the inside of the place, with all the new slot machines, and gambling tables for people to toss their money away in hopes of acquiring great wealth. Gambling is fun for me in moderation. I love black jack, although I never play one on one with the dealer. I always feel as if I have better odds with others at the table. At this bar there this woman named Missy. Can’t say I know her that will because I’ve been to bashful to speak to her. One can be assured that she is a real beauty at any angle. Her hair is a brilliant shade of brown, her legs curve all so well, and the caboose on this chick; damn!, lifts my spirits every time she turns around to get me a drink. I don’t think this woman would ever talk to me if it weren’t for the fact she works here, and had to take my order. One of these days I’ll make her mine, and carry her off someplace respectful. It is December 12, 3020. It’s blistering chilly day for this time of year. I’m feeling the need for a soothing glass of liquor to warm my bones. I catch up with an employee of mine Ben Roper, to get a drink at the local bar. This man has been with me since my business started, and while he does try to pawn off my tools from time to time; he is an excellent worker. Ben is always on time, keeps the guys working, and is one of the few members of my crew that hasn’t quit after they've got their first pay check. Our president now days is named Mike. He is the presiding officer of the newly formed world wide government. WIGN as it is called, governs the populations of earth’s citizens. It means Worldly Integrated Governing Nations. We have a shortage of raw materials for industry now, so many people either mine for the government, or have private claims to support their families. I only mention this as we are a mining town. It’s because of the mining in this town that has everything booming. This constant flow of cash makes it easy to make a living here. The wages are more than fair for the miners that work in this town. Were on our way to Joker’s to play some pool, and swig down a couple of cold ones.

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