Bill Denton is a native of Raleigh, NC, who spent his formative years in Southeast Arkansas.
His first foray into suspense/horror/supernatural fiction came in the ninth grade with a short story titled The Silence. It was the tale of a young man trying to keep his fear in check as he makes his way across a graveyard on a dark night. He almost makes it, but trips and falls on a broken bottle. It closes with the line “As the scarlet ribbon begins to flow the silence rules again”. This earned him both an “A” and, needless to say, a trip to the guidance counselor’s office.
Through all of the twists and turns Bill’s life has taken, he has always written. Short stories, songs (lyrics and music), whatever format best fit the demands of the particular muse he was satisfying.
Bill believes that the greatest writing asset he has is all of the people who have passed through his life. “You take part of this person, part of that person, and put them in a story you have lived yourself or watched someone else live, and you can’t help but end up with a compelling read”.
Bill Denton now lives in Pittsburgh, PA. His family is rounded out by a son named Billy, who shares his musical talent, and a miniature dachshund named Theodore, who shares his lunch.
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Nicole, Barbara, and Cairn were dubbed the Surfer Girls when they were all best friends in high school. Now grown, they never dreamed that their joking plan would turn into a terrible reality far beyond their control. Surfer Girls, three women getting even with the men who’ve done them wrong, with a little help from the supernatural.
Welcome to New Tipton
New Tipton is a small city with a big secret. Something terrible happened there over 150 years ago, and the people of the city have paid a price ever since. In return for keeping the city's secrets, the residents of New Tipton have enjoyed enormous prosperity. Eventually the story behind the secret is discovered. With the secret revealed, what will happen to the city and its people?
If you've ever seen a picture from days gone by of an old Chinese man, you know what Chang looks like. But that is all you'll know. You'll never know about the secrets Chang carries in his head, or the ancient knowledge woven into the embroidery of the ageless silk robe he wears. You might get to taste one of his fortune cookies. If you do, you'd better hope you are deserving of only good fortune.
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