Letters From Troy

You've discovered Troy's secret journal. The one he even kept from his sweet dark Ivy flower. Want to read more of his thoughts, come visit us on Patreon today and see what Troy has to

Troy Has Something to Say

I am told you are all following along with me. That you are enjoying my work, my collection of dolls if it were. Sandy Sandra is currently being displayed in all her glory in the

Silent Invasion : Monsterous Beginnings

Silent Invasion: Chapter 1: Monstrous Beginnings

Layla stepped out onto her front porch listening to the birds chirping in the woods next to her Elliot Lake home. She had just moved here from the city to escape the rat race and the daily grind of city life. Elliot Lake was a beautiful little town surrounded by woodlands and lakes of varying sizes. The town was small with mostly retired people and a good number of younger families.

Preview to The Fallen

Shreveport was balmy and wet in the Spring time, it always soaked you to the bone when it was like this. Len grunted at the red light as he waited impatiently in his Jeep for it to turn to green. Market street was always busy at five pm with the rush hour craziness of people on a war path to get home.

From One To Three

It started out in different parts of the world. One would use the name Saga Press to self publish her own book while the other would use Alainn Epub to self publish hers. Both in other niches of the big wide world of publishing. All the while the third toiling with her own writings from the center of her community hub, in fact the very same one the first shared with the third.

Bad Guy Turned Good Guy

I know, that was complicated for an explanation. I keep seeing it in my minds eye. The first page a drawing of a guy (and oh my lord my google searches must be throwing red flags, be careful how you google stuff *eye roll*) has his back to a wall in a room, a child clinging to him, on his haunches, he has been injured…shot several times.

iWrite

I write, I write fiction and non fiction alike. I prefer fiction of the horror variety. My very first book I both owned and read was Desperation by Stephen King. Dad was a bit of a King fan to say the least. I’m worse than him, I’m more than a King fanatic and that’s making an understatement (you should see my collection! It collapses book shelves, ask the husband).