A horrific assembly of my feeble and rather pitiful attempts at creative writing. Proceed at your own risk.
Inga stood alone in absolute silence, staring from a kitchen window at the stubborn patches of snow that refused to yield and oblige the calendar.
Theo was in the barn, tinkering in isolation and consumed by the never-ending racing thoughts that caused him so much pain.
It was just the two of them – Inga and Theo — living on the lonely and now barren farm. The cattle had long since been sold and butchered. There were few signs of life on the 12 acres remaining from a parcel that Inga had inherited near the end of the last great war. READ MORE
A powerful, Boston-based law firm runs a secret operation to recruit highly functioning psychiatric patients for clandestine work, including political assassinations. (Read More)
My first attempt at writing a novel while living in Portland, Oregon in 1995. The book is set in Portland, Maine, where Seth Connors, a young architect, finds himself all alone in the belief that he received a clear and distinct message from his father who had committed suicide some 20 years prior. (Read More)
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