The Trees of Malice is a collection of sixteen short stories “of horror and the weird,” as the publisher called it, but even though I love zombie movies, my own writing is more weird and strange than straight horror. I look at the world we know not as a steady, solid place…subject to sudden bloody […]
My book began 30 years ago as a research paper on the science of love relationships.
The consistent manifestation of hope, scribbled across those abandoned pieces of paper on which the ink now weeps, afforded a valuable glimpse into the Italian sentiment during this horrific period. I deemed all this information to not be coincidence, but rather a sign that I was meant to continue with my novel…
Decade passed between this author’s first rejection from Seventeen Magazine…and her published book. But, she never gave up on her dream of writing!
I was born in South Carolina, and spent my early years on a farm. My parents separated when I was nine years-old and, a few years later, I moved to New York with my mother and brother. Determined to finish college so I could begin teaching, I earned my BA & MA and my career […]
I began writing this manuscript in 2010, and put it aside for a later date. Writing was something I did as a hobby to alleviate stress from working in the social service field…
Author Ellen Feinstein was hidden as a child during World War II and her mother was later killed by Nazis. She was adopted by her aunt and only learned later in life all of the details surrounding her family’s traumatic experiences. This is her story.
Author Peggy Jenkins considered herself a Pro-Life nurse with the possible exception of rape/incest ….. until she met herself. This is a story of how God opened her eyes and her heart to truly be Pro-Life – No exception/No compromise … ever.
Some congressmen, key people in Washington D.C., my wife, and I had met for a weekend of prayer when a congressman asked me, “Sonny, what
happened when Adam and Eve ate the apple in the Garden of Eden?”
When I asked my spiritual guides about my soul’s purpose for this incarnation, they answered: writer, healer, teacher. Well, healing and teaching I did but, except for in my journals, I didn’t write. Something in me…
