Eleven-year-old Shawn had recently moved to the small town of Salisbury, Idaho, with his parents and six-year-old little sister, Amanda. They arrived in an old but well maintained Station Wagon and moved into a large suburban house with a two-car garage and white picket fence. Although his sister adjusted to life in Salisbury relatively quick,…
Letters from Unsung Heroes: The Train – President Seymour Wellington
Terrance Adams Lincoln, you filthy little twat-wrangler. It has come to my attention that there are those in this world that are at least as qualified as you to do your job. Until now, I have turned a blind eye to your personal proclivities because you did such exemplary work that I had great difficulty…
Letters from Unsung Heroes: The Train – Bart Mankinson
Dearest Mary, Should I ever evacuate this journey and return home to you, I fear I shall forever be a bitter shell of the man whom I once was. The journey back from my trip that started out so enjoyable took a degrading turn when we lost motion and light traversing through the Sanderson Tunnel.…
Letters from Unsung Heroes: The Train – President Seymour Wellington
Jonathan Anthony Carver, you wretched little nincompoop! In the event that this letter reaches you before I do, you're fired! Sincerely, President Seymour Wellington
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