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A Slightly More Civilized Game
A Slightly More Civilized Game
A Slightly More Civilized Game
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Paul had a secretive job that he’d always kept hidden from his girlfriend. Eventually their continuous arguing over his job caused them to break up. One night, Paul found himself in need of Norma’s help, and she decided to use her leverage to find out just exactly what he had been hiding. Dark comedy.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJT Pearson
Release dateJun 7, 2013
ISBN9781301623488
A Slightly More Civilized Game
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JT Pearson is possibly more myth than reality. It is widely believed that he has been around for thousands of years. Archeological digs have uncovered Grecian artwork that suggests that they prayed to him to cure ailments of the feet. Irish legend insists that JT Pearson is that movement in shadow that you’re not certain that you actually saw, or that image at the edge of your peripheral vision that vanishes when you turn toward it. In the upper Midwest of the United States people had claimed that they had several images of JT Pearson captured on film but they were all poor quality and eventually proven to be hoaxes. It is only recently that an artist rendering was discovered in the attic of an old convent that is believed to be authentic. President Richard Nixon had claimed before his death that JT Pearson was the specter that haunted his boyhood home, and quite possibly the reason that his mother left his father for a short time. Nestled among all of these legends and hearsay is the accusation that he is the author of this sight and responsible for the drivel that has been filling your head. Lawyers for JT Pearson advise that if you read his work you do so at your own peril and no form of compensation either monetary or otherwise will be offered for any injuries permanent or short term which are incurred within the pages of his stories. If you’d like to communicate with JT Pearson either burn a photograph of yourself and sprinkle the ashes into the wind at dusk or you may take the more conventional route at thehungryrobot2005@gmail.com P.S. look for novels coming in the near future. For now, please enjoy the many short stories that he has provided for you to read for free. Feedback is much appreciated.

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    A Slightly More Civilized Game - JT Pearson

    A Slightly More Civilized Game

    By J T Pearson

    copyright 2013 Joseph Pearson

    Smashwords edition

    It was two AM, a Wednesday in January, and Duluth Minnesota had been suffering through what was already their worst blizzard on record. Sixty mile an hour winds coupled with seventy inches of snowfall created a landscape shaped by mountainous snow drifts, some that were as high as thirty feet. And the forecast was for the storm to increase in ferocity. Storms that year all over the nation had been getting increasingly worse, more violent, more destructive. Most of the inhabitants of Duluth and the surrounding cities had been evacuated, something that had been unprecedented during a snowstorm in years past. With everyone gone, a prisoner made his way to the outside gate and used a ramp of snow to climb the perimeter. He dropped down to the other side, completing his escape. A killer was loose. That was the simple description that Agent Paul Hunter was about to receive.

    The phone rang for the eleventh time before Paul reached over and picked it from his bedside stand. He remained on his stomach with his face buried into his pillow while he held the phone to the border where pillow met bed.

    Mmm foe,waf a wnnnt?

    Paul. Paul Hunter, came a familiar voice that he wished he hadn’t been hearing at that hour. Paul Hunter, wake up. We have a matter to attend to.

    I said hello, what do you want?

    Please correct your tone, Mr. Hunter.

    You’re a bad dream, Nelson. You’re always a bad dream. And tomorrow morning when I realize it, I’ll be grateful that you were just a bad dream.

    I never find your antics amusing, Mr. Hunter, yet you persist. I think I’ve made that clear enough in the past, don’t you? Let’s not waste any time with frivolities tonight. We really can’t afford it. When I called, you had three hours to get your task completed. Now you have two hours and fifty six minutes. I advise you do whatever is necessary to clear your head and get yourself ready before I give you this information.

    Paul cleared his throat and sat up.

    I’m up, Nelson.

    Paul Hunter worked for a company called Greyson Incorporated. Greyson Incorporated specialized in protecting the assets and interests of society’s high rollers, generally business men and politicians. Paul was a low level grunt, one of many stationed throughout the world that did nothing

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