Wesley Hopkins
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Wagner Holbrook
Wagner Holbrook deserves to die, and nobody knows it but me. Why me? Well, let’s just say I know him well. He grew up privileged with everything he could need, but he still filled wants and desires at the emotional expense of everyone he met. He lived his early life like no one could touch him, grabbing everything that he saw. One grandfather was a war hero. The other was quiet and worked as hard as his body would let. But the qualities he inherited were the greed and alcoholism of his father. He developed a crookedness and easily adapted to the lifestyle of the bar clown. His desktop was cluttered with work he knew he would never finish, and, as he obsessed, his fiancé suffered.
By Wesley Hopkins6 years ago in Futurism
A Trip to Sweetwater Mansion
As a beginning writer, I’m nervous on every assignment. The field work. The word count. The interviews. The deadlines. Actually writing and trying to write well. Writing six sentence fragments in a row and choosing to leave them there. It’s all stressful. But none of that comes close to the apprehension and unquantifiable terror that I felt with Robert Simone and his band of southern ghost hunters at Sweetwater Mansion in Florence, Alabama. Robert’s crew is called GHOST, an unmatched acronym that abbreviates Ghost Hunters of Southern Territories.
By Wesley Hopkins6 years ago in Horror