With Brett Alexander Savory - Johnson Milhone is crazy...or is he? Talking, sentient stuffed pigs that may, or may not be sewn from the flesh of his father? A psychpathic brother...or...just a bully? A mother who may be a controlling serial killer? Think Donny Darko with a slice of bacon and you're close...the complete Johnson Milhone Stories.
When a tanker labeled "Ladies Inc." spills in a rural neighborhood, the authorities ignore it - until it's too late. The contents of the spill turn the women of the neighborhood into man-hating, man-killing brutes. This is also the story of one man trying to save his family - his son, and the mother likely to end both their lives.
Floyd Cervenka has issues. He's lost his health insurance, he's hallucinating, and the bank wants to foreclose on his home. To make matters worse, he's finding and dreaming about severed body parts, and limbless ghosts are haunting him.
USA Today bestselling author, Jaqueline Girdner turns her poignant wit to a new Novel, Speaking in Jitterbug.
As moving as Oliver Sacks' Awakenings--a mother breaks her 20-year silence. But is it too late? Girdner weaves the words of four daughters into the heartfelt tale of a family stunned by a mother's sudden return to life.
This is a short story, in the science fiction/horror genre. It is told in the first person. The narrator is in a kind of prison for the criminally insane. He is highly intelligent, but an extreme sociopath.
Damien grew up on a farm with beautiful green pastures and lots of cattle. Damien was dying inside because of the abuse from his father. Damien's father made him work all day in the blazing hot sun loading branches into the wood chipper. Damien was getting sick of not getting anything to eat or drink all day.Damien had a plan that included his father and a wood chipper if you know what I mean.
Most people don't grow up around guns, but most fiction writers have to know about them. This entertaining, humorous, and accessible guide takes you from the very basics of gun tech through the social and psychological quirks of cops, crooks, spies, and other professional gunmen.
Perhaps we should talk about the very first time that I ever saw her apartment. Before I moved in I agreed to help her clean, not knowing what I'd be in for. It looked like the relocation of a landfill and it became clear that this might become a rescue mission instead of a cleaning expedition if there was anyone else buried in the mess before me. This would be the beginning of the end.