John Abbot is lost, his memories shattered. Nothing connects. Nothing makes sense. There is only one thing he is sure of - his name. He carries it in his pocket on a rumpled piece of paper. He walks, alone and afraid. In his world there are only two constants. One is fear. The other is the thing that whispers.
|Publisher:||Michael R Stark|
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About the Author
Trying to figure out when I started writing is like trying to decide when I started walking. The stories have always been there, rummaging around in my mind. Some went on paper. Most didn’t. I wrote my first novel when I was 22. Thankfully, I left it to the dustbin of history where it shall always remain. Imagine the grin, yes, it was that bad. As for influences on my latest story, The Island, that one has been up there banging away in my head for a long time. Parts of it were told at bedtime. Though honestly, those who heard the parts wouldn't recognize them in the story. By the time we get to the second book in this series, they will find some recognizable moments. They'll also probably be upset that the adventure turned into something of a horror story. Ahh, well, most of them are old enough now to read it for what it is. I grew up in North Carolina, which is why part of the story is set there. I’ve been to exotic parts of the world, many countries, and most states. None of them I know as well as the one I called home for most of my life. It makes it easy to write about it, and the people in it. I hope you enjoy the stories. MS
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
My grandmother suffered alzheimers. I often wondered if she suffered mentally and emotionally. I also prayed that she was totally oblivious to her condition. Would you choose a dead brain in a healthy body or a live brain in a dead body? My choice would have to be that I would be oblivious to my condition.
This was a good short story but was confusing at times, u need to stick w/ it to the end. It was very sad & makes u really think about peole suffrring from dementia/alsimers(sp).