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The Brethren
by T. O. McCallister
The following story is being published here for the first time anywhere! Its a story so dark in nature that the author requested that I use a pseudonym in place of his real name. I will tell you that this author is no amateur! He has published books on the market currently. He has provided an e-mail address so that you can give him your thoughts on this story. You’ll find this address at the bottom of this page. The story is fully copyright and cannot be reprinted anywhere under the penalty of the law. For full details, see the bottom of this page.
This Steven Kingish story is a tale about a small town in Utah called Alma. Alma, a town like most, has a secret side that it wouldn’t want the world to know about. Putting on a face of Mormon pious and righteousness, when you see underneath the surface, will find it rotten to the core. No one is innocent here. Enter if you dare! All the characters in this story are fictional, and are in no relation to anyone living or dead.
Chapter 1
“I loathe Salt Lake City...”
Chapter 2
“I thought it-- prudent, that we meet...”
Chapter 3
“Oh, God, what are we going to do?...”
Chapter 4
“The interior of room 211 is the ever-present tableau of my
nightmares...”
Chapter 5
“Do you think it occurred to him that I might want to ring his
neck?...”
Chapter 6
“What I am about to relate to you...”
Chapter 7
“She appeared out of the skirl of smoke and snow like a figure torn
from a black and white dream...”
Chapter 8
“I don’t think he’d dare show up just now...”
Chapter 9
“He’s going to hell,” I said....
Chapter 10
“Then there was a loud bang, as loud as the pistol shot...”
Chapter 11
“They said I’d saved the life of my mother and
grandmother...”
Chapter 12
“All of my life, until my father died, had seemed to be an endless
summons of Sundays...”
Chapter 13
“It was the beginning of a season of our terror...”
Chapter 14
“Guilt by association is a fixed principle in Zion...”
Chapter 15
“It was the first time we really had our freedom that summer...”
Chapter 16
“ The wine tasted like an oil whose viscosity had burned out a hundred
thousand miles ago...”
Chapter 17
“the single slug of buckshot from Willy’s .12 gauge arced across
the field and obliterated half of his face...”
Chapter 18
“The theories of the murder were as many as the theorizers...”
Chapter 19
“It may be the only thing I have left after tonight...”
Chapter 20
“Max extended the pillow, and each one of us reached over and grasped a
corner...”
Chapter 21
“There was nothing left to do...”
Chapter 22
“I always like Willy the best, anyway...”
“The Brethren” is copyrighted © 2001 by T. O. McCallister. All rights reserved. You may not republish or reproduce this work without the expressed written permission of the author by any means mechanical, electronic, graphic, including photocopying, taping, or information storage and retrieval systems. Permission can be granted by writing the author at alimed42@yahoo.com. He also welcomes your feedback to this story. All violators will be prosecuted.
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