SAD PRISONER, BUSY WRITER, KILLER COWBOY by Anthony C. Agnoli (best way to read ebooks .txt) 📕

Here I sit; I was sitting on a wet old wooden floor. It was wet due to the puddles of fresh blood from other prisoners. My hands were tied behind my back with rope. I was bleeding from cuts that were caused from a whipping from the Captain of the Ship. God how it was blazing hot in this cell, I was thinking, “I hope I get out of this hell hole and regain my status on my ship,” I told myself while mumbling quietly.

Just then I heard another cellmate say something to me, “Kid, you will someday, pray.”


He was sitting at his grandfather’s wooden desk in his second floor home den, typing on his old green typewriter late at night. It was hours after midnight, when all of a sudden a gust of wind came crashing into his window, then they opened. But before he even wanted to deal with the window situation, he didn’t stop his fingers from typing. He had to finish. While he was doing that a black demon entered from the window. The demon was floating in mid-air right behind him. He was so busy; he didn’t even know what was behind him.


The sun was rising from the eastern horizon; the sky was filled with beautiful orange and red colors. It was going to be another great day. There was a quiet little town that sat just below the Rocky Mountains in the state of Arizona. The town also was surrounded by green fields. On a high cliff sat a chocolate brown horse and the killer known as the Cowboy, he was on top of the animal. The Cowboy was facing the rising sun; he was watching and stalking this little town. He had his old trusty silvery friend, a magnum pistol.

Publication Date: 06-24-2012

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