To celebrate the release of the first collection of short stories, I thought it’d be smart to revisit some of the stories that find themselves included in the collection. This was the first story that I posted on the blog, and to be honest, it’s still one of my favorites. If you enjoy the small preview, sign up to the mailing list to score a free copy of the anthology, or, if you’re feeling crazy, buy a copy!
But, whatever you do, know this on fact, true love, real love, it never dies, NEVER!
He swings the shovel violently towards the two men, and blood and dirt flicks off the blade and splashes into the wet ground with the rain.
“I told you to go, I won’t tell you again!” He yells.
“Samuel, son, for fuck sake, she gone, it’s not her anymore. You have to let us do what must be done, you’re endangering everyone with your stupidity!” his father yells back as he avoids the shovels blade as Samuel swings it violently towards him again…..
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The Twisted Roads To My Madness 
Congratulations.
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Thanks so much, it’s more of a meaty chow down, more to be used as a building tool for what I’m hoping will be a strong Halloween release.
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Sounds interesting. Is it based on your writings here, or is it an other project?
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Here, some new stuff, but the idea started here, it just grew into something more.
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It’s always hard to let go of the inevitable,especially when you have
Infested everything you have into the relationship, yes even if it’s blood relations,it’s still an investment
It’s hard to carry the weight of love
When you are physically and emotionally impaired
As Sheldon Always
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In the end, it may not be the true feelings that exist, but the belief, the desire, the stubbornness of unacceptance that remains, and that can be like a sledgehammer, destructive.
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