It is the 1870s. Philosophy has been transforming.
It is spring, 1864. A fake smile is lost.
It’s 1942. Carnage is not without a mystical manipulation.
It is 1970. Immortal victims embark on a sexually charged ride toward eternal violence.
Cosmik Wolfpack is a playground and laboratory for flash-formed poetry and nanofiction written by The Debtor, a white cisgender male and citizen of the United States.
If you have something to say to the author, send it to cosmikwolfpack at gmail dot com.
It is the 1870s. Philosophy has been transforming.
It is spring, 1864. A fake smile is lost.
It’s 1942. Carnage is not without a mystical manipulation.
It is 1970. Immortal victims embark on a sexually charged ride toward eternal violence.
From an early age, the most powerful empire is a multigenerational tale that secretly arranges the triumphs of privilege. While embarrassed by the personal and educational needs of endless, inexplicable family life, this monolithic authenticity certainly doesn’t pull any punches. Ingenious and persistent, the creator struggles to fiercely inhabit sexual safety. He starts to question his malicious reunification. As the story progresses, darkness intricately represents a lonely talent for loving.
I am a young marine attack pilot in her senior year of high school. As tragedy strikes and antagonism escalates, a prankster drowns. Several feisty women must adopt demons.
Here is the story.
I hope that you enjoy this story filled with thrilling adventures which will keep the reader on the edge of his seat as much as I have enjoyed writing it. What happens? Read it, and enjoy a story based on a true story torn from the pages of very skilled pulp fiction. You will enjoy a wild and woolly tale full of adventures, cliff hangers (literally) and shoot ‘em ups that just keep on coming! Enjoy! It's just a chore, another thing that has to be done and you just don't give a damn who cares about it or not.
The constant presence of fun, action and adventure spurns hatred and bigotry between an inept land surveyor with at least three guns and a crooked whorehouse madam during World War II.
After losing a lawsuit, both women are too attracted to isolated bad guys to interact with the heroically inflammatory individuals in many Texas towns. From that start, they find themselves in almost constant fights with overbearing Colorado men.
Their horrific journey from Tennessee to England along the Yuba River in California by way of Broomee, Sterling City, San Angelo, North Africa, and San Diego finds them facing down dirty cops, ruthless teenage farmers, a sailor, drug ring kidnappers, gutless roadside circus performers, and a single twenty-five-year ranch hand, who’s a wannabe dreaming to climb up the “cowboy chain of command” so as to someday own and operate a West Texas ranch of his own.
During this heinous drama, the financial world survives the clandestineness of the harrowing events. The two wealthy Massachusetts women are too set in their various daunting careless days of evil and deceit to decide to try their hand at productive lives, putting aside alleged crimes committed while teen-agers.
A wooly babysitter and a bewitching Confederate spy escape at the wrong time, dreading doing it. Even though he got into fights every day, his main interest was pistols. Through many trials and tribulations each learns more about the fossils of the La Brea Tar Pits.
Good fortune and all that it implies happens. Later, after much sadness, more complications ensue when two sympathetic pint-sized detectives ultimately cause these two souls to construct the story of hatred and animal equipment. Certain critters learn to be respectful of boring malls, game rooms, parks and many other activities. Most kids in the country are expected to massacre a family.