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.
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 eig ...
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 outsi ...
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 ...
Chapter 4: Alice
'Daniel. Psst Daniel' Alice whispered a hint of caution in her soft gentle calming voice, she was trying her best to quietly att ...
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 c ...
Chapter 6: Freddie
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 ...
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 ...
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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.
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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 eig ...
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 outsi ...
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 ...
Chapter 4: Alice
'Daniel. Psst Daniel' Alice whispered a hint of caution in her soft gentle calming voice, she was trying her best to quietly att ...
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 c ...
Chapter 6: Freddie
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 ...
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 ...
Want more?
This is the last chapter Steven Derwin has posted.
