Have you heard of the Jackson County serial killer? Many have not.
Questions always abound when horrific events take place. When someone commits unspeakable violence, we either dare to look evil straight on, or we turn away.
Now, with the release of D.R. Melvin’s journals, you have a chance to face the disturbing darkness.
As a child, Melvin suffered turmoil and abuse, and grew up disconnected from society. In an effort to find meaning and peace in his adult life, Melvin does the unthinkable. He collects women’s eyes.
Then he kills them.
In his first journal, Melvin describes the violent act he performed when he was only ten. He explains who Rebecca is and how he met her; and even talks about the tool he uses to extract eyes from his victims.
D.R. Melvin is honest and holds nothing back. Step into his disturbing life and mind.
Warning: Adult Subject Matter.
In a land of wonderful German castles and treats, a little girl discovers that her mom speaks German.
Yes, the title is here to get your attention, and it proves the author's point.
With so many distractions and attention-grabbers around us, how can we keep from getting distracted?
Are there things we accept as normal that really hinder our happiness and success?
There are easy answers, but beyond those, this book includes not only tips and quotes (and images) to get you thinking, but also articles that will make you consider many things in a different light.
I am proud to say When Mr. Burns Dies contains awesome artwork by artist Mollie Moniaci. This "rough sketch" to the left is my off-the-cuff rendering of Alderhaben. Sorry, but you'll have to peek into the eBook or paperback to see the final draft.
(The setting: Fresh out of college, Edgar is the young man slated to become President of The Faction upon Mr. Burn's death. The two men are sitting in the office and Burns is in the middle of explaining the handlers. The handlers is the small group who will prevent anyone from interfering with the plan.)
"As of right now, we have a total of five handlers.”
“Only five, Sir?”
“Five what we call, 'Normals.' When you consider each of them is as talented as Zin, five is enough, but we still want Zin.”
Burns wondered, as he rose from his chair, if Edgar could hear the ancient-sounding creaks from his bones and joints. While stepping toward the window, he took a long puff from his cigar without realizing the fire had long ago gone out. This time he pinched the cigar between his thumb and index finger and took it out of his mouth.
“Edgar, this next part of the handler's equation you will have to see to truly believe. You'll question, but what I am about to tell you is completely true. The committee knew from its inception we needed an ace in the hole, powers beyond what the handlers called the Normals could provide. We needed something or someone who would be able to overcome anything done to, as you put it, dismantle our movement. As it turned out, we found a few of those aces to add to the army of handlers.”
“Beyond what the Normals could provide? Sir, are you talking about some kind of superhuman? A superhuman made possible by drugs or hypnotism or something?”
When Burns turned to go back to his chair, he swayed to the left. Trying to control his dizziness, he literally fell into his seat.
“Sir, what can I do?”
“I'm sorry Edgar. This is embarrassing. Give me a few moments.”
The black desktop phone on his desk looked to Edgar to be one from the sixties. It had a dial instead of buttons, and a pigtail line that went from the receiver to the wall. Edgar considered that maybe when the train stopped, it was manually connected to an actual outside line; or maybe it was used for communicating in the train only.
When I take over, the smell of ashes will be the first thing to go Edgar thought to himself. His choice of aromas would be buttercream; the comforting scent his mother burned from her own custom-made candles at home.
“I apologize, Edgar.”
Mr. Burns took a deep breath through his nose then slowly out his mouth. “If it's not a seizure it's a damn dizzy spell. It's embarrassing.” Burns paused a few more seconds to calculate whether or not his spell was over. “So if we can find Zin, we'll have six normals. Now comes the part I still find hard to comprehend once in awhile myself. The handful of Paranormals.”
“Far-fetched sounding I know. Let me fully explain."
On April 26th, 2017...
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