Lamar Wilson
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My name is Lamar J. Wilson. I am a writer by claim but an eternal student by destiny. I've been "underground" for a long time and now I'm looking to take my publishing and stories to the next level.
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The day started off just as any other. I saw Miss Madeline Straus walking her brown terrier Airedale, Cora Bell who obviously couldn't help but give ruckus to Mr. Johannes McMeans. He never really bothered the poor thing, he'd just be jogging his normal route to the pier at Roches Point by the Commodore, round Spy Hill and then back to the Deck of Cards Houses. This was everyday. Even Mr. Martin from the United States, was acting all but excited taking his trash out to the street way. He was a peculiar one, why with his three piece suits and briefcase. He'd almost pass as one of those Swizz types, but him staying here, where income weekly would match an average shoe size, he just doesn't fit in. He's not bad to glance at either way.
By Lamar Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
