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The monster I've become (working title)
by Steven Derwin

Growing up in the eighties and nineties. Daniel has to navigate life at the hands of an abusive father, the loss of a loved one, and a deadly mistake. "Sounds interesting!"

Chapter 1
The End

The rancid smell of stale urine and weed hung in the air. You could tell that nothing had been done with the house since the eighties maybe even the seventies other than being a refuge for local junkies and squatters. The carpet was damp and rotting away at the corn...

Chapter 2
The start

How did I get here? lying on this dingy carpet in the ruins of the house I grow up in, covered in drying blood, the police outside about two minutes away from bursting through the front door. Well I think we would need to go back to 1988 to the first significant eve...

Chapter 3
The hallway

The red pulsating numbers read 01.17am from the Sony digimatic alarm clock, the light fell on the smooth polished surface of the mahogany colonial style bedside table, a red glow being cast into my parents bedroom, the white quilt was no longer residing on the bed a...

Chapter 4

'Daniel. Psst Daniel' Alice whispered a hint of caution in her soft gentle calming voice, she was trying her best to quietly attract my attention, anything to draw me away from being a hostage to the shine of the two gloss white up rights of the door frame, the righ...

Chapter 5
Real men don't cry

My focus was immediately drawn to the shimmering crescent of the moon as it started to break free from the canvas of tar black coiled clouds, the beads of weeping raindrops tapping on the windowpane giving of a murmur before they race and twist their way down the gl...

Chapter 6

I have no use for them, my eyes in the visual silence of the never ending darkness; I only know they are open because I can feel myself blink and the moisture coat the thin invisible layer of my cornea. I am running, but am I? My legs are going through the motion th...

Chapter 7
The Devil

Have you ever had that experience, the feeling your life was about to be taken from you. Knowing there will be no tomorrow, not for you, you would no longer exist in the realm of the living, having the knowledge that the next breath you take could very well be your ...

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