* BITTER MEMORIES: A MEMOIR OF HEARTACHE & SURVIVAL * Starting at age three, I had a life no child should ever have. It was a life of sorrow, neglect, and abuse. As a kid, I wished time and again to forget all that had happened, but I couldn’t. I’d been left with scars from so many bitter memories, voices in my head, and nightmares. Horrendous nightmares that I felt sure would haunt me for the rest of my life.

* DROWNING IN MEMORIES * Lying in bed, still shaking, I watch the clock on my headboard and listen to the tick…tick…tick… As another minute ticks by, my body stiffens. Panic sets in. The illuminated hand snaps off another minute, then another… Drowning in memories, drowning in another nightmare, once again, bitter tasting memories of the bloody sight on the floor had awakened me. Luckily, before the scream building inside had burst into reality.

* CUTTER'S REVENGE * Laughing, he went up the stairs, leaving her hanging from the chains, crying. Reaching the top of the stairs he listened to her for nearly a minute before switching off the light and closing the door on the pretty lady’s sobs.

* TROPHY MURDERS * Pulling the keys from his pocket, Henry allowed his thoughts to drift back to earlier in the day. It had been just before lunchtime. He’d been sitting at his desk going over the officer’s reports from the grave shift, monitoring the radio calls in the background, when he heard the call that had changed his relaxing day into a nightmare.

* ONE IN A MILLION: A TRUE STORY OF FRIENDSHIP * David was only twenty-two years old when he was told he was going to die. The doctors gave him maybe six months, a year max, if he was extremely lucky. Instead of wanting to crawl into a shell while waiting for this day to arrive, David smiled, looked the doctor in the eye, and said, “Then I better get busy. I have a lot of happiness and love to spread around before I die.”

* FROM THE HEART: A COLLECTION OF POEMS AND STORIES * I hadn’t cried since being told she was dead. Going to bed that night, I had words running through my head, and they wouldn’t stop. Sitting up in bed, I turned on the light and wrote those words down.

* THE ROSE: A TALE OF FANTASY * Her long blond hair blew wildly in the wind as she ran through the woods in a blind fury. Scattering dust like a whirlwind behind her, she ran down the well-known path, through the trees, and into the clearing. She had to get home before it was too late.

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