Nathaniel N. Burbury
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I'm a young creative currently working on editing and releasing my first novel while writing the content for the next one. I have a day job that pays the bills, and a burning desire to not need to have a day job for too very much longer.
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Harrison Chambers was a fellow of incredible strength. I knew him well, I was one of the few who did. Many thought they knew him, many more wanted to know him, and seemingly even more than that had worked with him at some point or other in his short, illustrious career.
By Nathaniel N. Burbury4 years ago in Fiction
Lost and Found
It was a good day. The sun was occasionally peeking out from behind the low clouds, it was about 45 degrees, there was a steady breeze and the brisk October air smelled of salt and drying leaves, as it always did in the city that time of year. Ethan had lived in Portland, Maine for just over a year and had found the city quite to his liking. He was in his mid 20’s, with ginger hair, that was almost blonde, and a short, well groomed beard to match. He was a bartender and the money from tips was good there, he had met a girl that he had fallen in love with and made a good many friends. Ethan was ambitious, and he knew that he could really make something of himself in that town; he had a plan. He just needed to save up some money, buy one of the duplexes north of downtown, and slowly start building a secondary income, that in combination with his modest stock investments would quickly turn into enough money to acquire another property, and then another. In the meantime, he would work diligently behind the bar, and make the right connections to eventually be running a bar of his own, ideally with a few partners. It would take some time to save up for the initial lump of cash, but he was a patient man; working hard and waiting was no problem for Ethan Palmer.
By Nathaniel N. Burbury5 years ago in Futurism
