In 2019 I am expecting to release at least five more stories in The Damaged and Broken Collection —
– “It Is Never Just A Slap,” which Iam currently working on, a woman trapped in an abusive relationship.
– “Abandonment and Addiction,” a girl from a broken home who becomes addicted to heroin.
– “A Father’s Son,” the breakdown of a father/son relationship at the end of the father’s life.
– “Silver and Bullet,” two best friends, one goes on to a professional career, the other, life in prison because of murder
– “The Comfort of Despair, ”a person chooses a safe and unfulfilling life over what he genuinely desires.
The theme of the collection is, “For every one person who overcomes their demons, there are hundreds, if not thousands, who do not — these are their stories.”
Below are the three completed and released novellas, available in kindle e-book or paperback versions. Please purchase your copy today.
“I am no longer the boy who came here, nor am I the man I was destined to be.”
Does a returning war veteran ever escape the horrors to which they bore witness?
Shell shock was the terminology of WWI, today it is known as PTSD. Whatever it is called, it has long lasting effects.
War Springs Eternal is dedicated to my brothers and sisters in arms
-To those who were asked to do the unthinkable.
-To those who HAD to do the unimaginable.
-To those who are broken and still fighting.
-To those for whom the fighting became too much.
We can’t escape the headlines of mass murders occurring in our schools. The very place where children are sent to be educated. The very place where they should be safe and free from danger.
Sadly, school shootings have become the new normal. These horrific crimes and events lead us to ask –
Is a mass murderer born or created?
What makes a school shooter?
Is it availability of guns?
Is it mental illness?
Could it be something else?
Shouldn’t we look for a cause?
This novella explores these questions.
Suicide occurs every day. In one way or another, it has touched us all.
Sometimes, it is done suddenly and unexpectedly.
Sometimes, suddenly and expectedly.
Sometimes, it is done slowly, over time.
No matter the how or the why — it leaves those left behind with many more questions than answers.
It leaves those left behind with grief.
It leaves those left behind with remorse.
It leaves those left behind with unimaginable, unending and undeserved guilt.
This story is dedicated to those who could no longer survive, and to those who remain behind, and have no choice but to do so.