/lit/ - Literature

Huey Long: Owner of House and Senate. An Ironfisted ruler, powerful and prolific, the presidential seat was in sight. Yet the good doctor Carl Weiss cowered behind a marble pillar in the State Capital, with pills of lead in his pistol’s stovepipe. The demagogue must be silenced. Giving his vaccine, he swallowed a heavy dose in return. Weiss fell there; Huey would soon. Socialist sickness must be treated before metastasis, Weiss knew. Although tyrannical, still beloved; Slain in his prime, his last words were, “God, don't let me die. I have so much to do.” Louisiana wept for both men.


>>10124800
>flitting by like silverfish, slipping through slow fingers
Love that line, fuck

>>10124825
Sounds bretty good, desu. Reminds me of FO:NV, with the White Legs.

>>10127334
Damn right, nigga.

>>10132967
Make it. If it's bad it's okay, you'll still have learned something; if it's good, even better.

>>10132676
It's okay, maybe a little /too/ personal, with the "Seriously though" line, but over all not bad.