About The Book
Being a dog isn't easy. Some days the weight of the world rests solely on your shoulders.
Welcome to "Bits & Bites: Tales from a Twisted Mind". Eleven thought provoking stories that will chill your bones while they warm your heart. A grouping of tales that span a multitude of genres including science fiction, urban fantasy, psychological thriller, military fiction, and much, much more. Each story is written to engage and entertain, no matter what kind of tale your mind is yearning.
Just like life, each story contained within is connected ... intertwined, leading to ... well ... wherever the dark halls of your imagination take you.
So, what are you waiting for? Open a door. Find a seat. Strap yourself in and enjoy the roller coaster.
Prepare yourself, if you can, for a ride you'll not soon forget.
Stories Include:
Mel's Special Day: For Mel, his Tuesday started like any other. That is until someone threw a wrench into the works.
Disillusionment: Mark, Bob, and the Colonel are on their second mission - an assignment to locate and retrieve a wayward Senator from a drug cartel.
What Is Love?: Two spacemen find a derelict spacecraft. With the use of a memory machine, Bee experiences the owner's life and love - with some strange revelations.
Hide and Seek: A military man reflects on his past, and a little game that carries the ultimate cost.
I Ain't Missing You: A man recounts a love story to his psychiatrist. A love story way different than any you'd imagine.
The Devil's Own: Satan comes home to find that his son, Derrick, is depressed. How will his dad react when Derrick tells him he no longer wants to be the Anti-Christ?
Peanut: Peanut's best friend seems to have a perfect life. A life he wishes he could live.
Sonja and James: Two fugitives are on the run. Can they escape their sordid past ... and ultimately, their future?
Waits: What do you say to the guy sitting next to you when he just won't shut up?
Heredity: After Emily is transported back in time to 1981, she meets the love of her life, and her destiny.
And, In The End: Is it really the end of everything we know? Everyone is about to find out ... especially Mel.
Excerpts
“How the hell …” Newbie yelled but stopped the moment we made eye contact. Grinning, I turned away and continued my masterpiece.
“God dammit! I just fucking cleaned that spot!” he yelled, rising to his feet and stomping towards me. When he was within five feet or so, I stopped the custard machine momentarily, moved ten feet further away, then restarted.
“Stop that!” Newbie yelled, and I could see the fire in his eyes. It was just the reaction I was expecting.
Stepping over my “unappreciated gift,” he started after me, hoping to catch me before I could do more damage. Again though, when he was within about five feet of me, I stopped my arch and took off running.
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Said “lead” came a moment later. Confused by Bob’s sudden show of concern, Perry dropped his guard ever so slightly. He lowered the gun from under his chin, moving the barrel to the side. Bob, seeing this change, lunged forward, pushing away from me and throwing his body weight into Perry.
At the force of the impact, the gun went off, the bullet flying wide and away from us. Bringing his arm up in a fluid motion – something I assumed he’d learned in his martial arts training – Bob connected with Perry’s wrist, knocking the gun free.
As the weapon dropped, I made my move. Snatching the gun midair, I twisted to face the two guards. Before my body hit the ground, I was able to squeeze off two rounds. Each of these found their marks. Both guards were dead or dying as my back smacked into the dirt.
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“I don’t know who you are, but you need to leave!” he shouted.
“I’m not leaving until I have an answer!” I shouted back. He looked at me, stunned.
“Leave now, or I’m calling the police!” he replied.
It was about then that I knew he wasn’t going to stop.
Ben moved suddenly, trying to quickly skirt around me to get to his cell. Although he was fast, I was faster. In one motion, I latched onto his shoulder with my left hand and lifted the hammer with my right. He literally didn’t know what hit him as the claws of the hammer sunk deep into his forehead.
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