Timothy Lineman and Mickey Comiskey are both freshly seventeen and convinced of their own immortality. But even they cannot imagine the repercussions of a chance encounter with a friendly stranger, or the implications of the gift he bears.
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About the Author
I am a Philadelphian by birth, a North Carolinian by choice, and a writer by nature. And I have baseball in my blood, having come into this world right around the time that Manny Trillo hit that famous single to drive in Del Unser and give the Phillies a 4-3 lead in Game 5 of the World Series.
I have been a teller of stories for as long as I have been able to brandish the force of language. One of my clearest, earliest memories is of watching Michael J. Fox on a 40-foot movie screen as he pushed that Delorean up to 88 miles-and-hour and barreled into the past on a pair of flaming tiretracks.
A few years later, I went to a sleepover birthday party at a classmate's apartment, and as midnight gave way to the next day, those of us who dared to brave the darkness began telling horror stories, each determined to terrify everyone else. The next afternoon, my mother received a phone call from my friend's mother: whatever tale I had spun had given him nightmares.
Since that day, I have never stopped chasing the intoxicating thrill that comes from the power of fiction. He is the author of "The Danger of Being Me," as well as a growing body of short fiction and poetry. You can contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org, or follow me at facebook.com/anthonyjfuchs