Hello everyone. I have been paying so much attention to my main website http://www.InnerPeaceNow.com that I have neglected this website somewhat. But now that will change, and I can share with you one of my latest books:
Twenty-five fun, enjoyable and easy to read inspirational short stories that uncover the source of happiness and joy inside of you.
Continue reading “Happiness Is Inside: 25 Inspirational Stories For Greater Peace Of Mind”
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“What did you come in for?” he asked me as he sat there looking down.
“I just came in for a drink and a magazine,” I said, feeling very scared, turning my head in anticipation of any punches that would rain down.
Continue reading “Amateurs – Part 3”
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I checked my gun again and pushed open the door that had its own unique bell attached to it. It rang innocently. I made my way to the magazines, whilst checking every aisle of the little shop for this person who had left their engine running. I couldn’t see them. I could only see the shopkeeper standing behind the counter. A small man, he looked like an old Thai boxer. He looked a bit odd, just standing there, still, looking straight ahead. I thought he might have been half-asleep seeing as it was so late, but as I focused in on his face, his eyes were looking directly into mine. And they were wide. Wider than they should have been. His mouth looked tense, like he was under some sort of threat and hoping I could be his salvation. He had the familiar look of fear that I had seen in shopkeepers’ faces over recent weeks.
Continue reading “Amateurs – Part 2”
My heart was beating faster than usual. I couldn’t help it. I still, after four times of doing this, could not control my own bloody nerves. The more I argued with them, the harder they seemed to grip me, until I could feel the muscles in my arms quivering as I clung to the steering wheel.
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I was becoming fed up of struggling. I realised on that bed that I had been struggling my whole life. When I was born I was struggling to stay in, to stay in the comfort of that womb that protected me from the world, and once I was forced to leave, there were responsibilities I had to take on.
Continue reading “Ageing”
“I must find it, Dad, I must.”
“Ok then, we will look some more.”
“It must be here somewhere, Dad, it must.”
“Ok then, we will keep looking.”
Continue reading “The Healybug – Part 1”
By Dr. Bernard J. Hoothfellow
I was in a job that I did not like. The mornings were like a hell. I remembered a time when I was enthusiastic about work, when I would jump out of bed, ready to fly in to another day in the lab, working towards what I thought was some great new cure for some terrible disease that was afflicting my species.
But as time went on, I became skeptical. The company I was working for was not as interested in health as I once thought. They manufactured drugs for sale all over the world, selling to governments and healthcare systems that would take people in who could not figure out for themselves what was causing their own diseases. Sometimes their drugs worked, oftentimes they didn’t, or the drugs got rid of a few symptoms, but gave you a whole new load of side-effects which would make you feel even worse than before you started taking the damn things.
Continue reading “Bernard’s Memoirs – Part 1 – Coming Home”
Jerry was a strange boy, no one could understand him. His parents had known there was something wrong with him from a young age. He was seventeen now, and some people were still uncomfortable with it.
Continue reading “No Worries”
When I listen to the incessant calls of the child next door, I wonder how I might kill him. If it would be easier to just kick his face in, choke him from behind, or throw him off something tall. Anything to get that little runt to shut up. Continue reading “Larry And The Child Next Door”
The day I forgot everything was a beautiful one. The birds, I could actually hear them without calling them birds. I could see things without needing to give them a name, and that mind that was so convincingly selling me horror stories by the day, was now nothing more than air. Lightness and air.
Continue reading “Memoirs On Madness”