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The Tunge Pit
Jon Dolan reaches for his cell phone, unaware he’s helping to kill a woman a mile away. A woman he’s never spoken to. A woman he can see. A woman who will spend her own last moments watching him die first.
Kris was sure she knew what she was doing. But sometimes our decisions go wrong. Horribly wrong. So she high-tailed it out of town to save herself – and landed in the middle of a stranger’s deadly game of self-preservation.
The neighbors in the hills think they know something about Terrence – and turn their prejudice into prophecy. Reading the obituaries leads a budding con man to widowed Mrs. Danbury, her balcony garden and her desperate grip on her family. ‘What the hell is tunge anyway?’ Carson asks Nicholas mockingly. The ugly answer, he’d soon learn, would involve him.
Twenty-four stories, each grounded in the last. Each with its own sordid ending. And a plot that throws the reader into a world that doubles back on itself, shooting shreds of humanity like shrapnel in this never-ending tale of human fallibility.
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GREENLAND - The End of the World
Do tupilaks really harbor supernatural powers? Is there more than one way to spell 'Ittoqqoortoormiit'? And just why is sleeping in a tent in this icy, rainy land better than a beachfront hotel in Waikiki? These questions are only the tip of the iceberg of mysteries and surprises Damjan Koncnik uncovers over three expeditions to this island 'way up there.'
Stoke your imaginative fires...
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- books that may never see the light of day -
Hiking in a Parallel Universe
I can't tell you what it was that brought me here. Some say none of our decisions are ours when you break life down to its ugly essence. I'll say I've chosen the paths I've walked, but the circumstances they brought me to - this mountain of mystery and misery, of pain and of hate, of deception and denial and death - none of it was my doing. That's how I sleep anyway.
Jared and Gwen were in love, that was true. But love costs. He had monsters he could never show her. She refused to ignore his tortured soul. They were both determined to win out, each for the sake of the other, neither imagining that winning could also mean losing.
The others, too, made their decisions. And they all ended up on that mountain. But the paths they walked and the steps they took brought each of them through a different version of Hell.
I suppose these things would just fade away in time. But what good is life if you ignore it? Let me tell you what I saw up on that mountain with that old man...
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The Entrance
This initial foray into writing isn't as much a novel as a sort of introspective autobiography, based on my nine months working as a doorman at The George Washington University Hospital in Washington, DC. People I saw entering and leaving the hospital every day - both patients and otherwise - served as food for thought as I couldn't help but begin to think more deeply about some of the aspects of life that can get glossed over in the business of making a living. Things like forethought, prejudice, tolerance and garnered wisdom. Written simply as an exercise in thought and expression (before I even considering writing for a living), perhaps no one outside of my family will ever read this piece.
How it came to this...
July 1996: I receive an offer from the U.S. Park Police. But I had just moved to God-blessed Colorado, I wasn't going to turn around and go right back to DC. The Boulder PD was hiring, but I didn't want to be a cop; I had a Master's in Forensic Science, I was detective material. I decided not to apply, to seek elsewhere to put my forensic investigation skills to work. That December Jon-Benet Ramsey was murdered right there in town. The FBI said 'No thanks' as did State CSI agencies in Florida, California and Oregon. I was ruinously selective in my job search, and in time my degree would be as useful as a Beta VCR.
September 2001: I land in Japan to begin my pseudo-career as an English teacher, not extremely lucrative but loaded with tangential and intangible perks. Living in a foreign culture soaks my senses and my imagination, and after trips to Cambodia and Malaysia my life's mission is to travel. Only the logistics of reality stand in my way.
January 2005: I am on a train in Osaka, a newly-engaged man. The prospect of raising a family moves me to begin scribbling out a story I'd conceived three years prior. How can I be a responsible husband and father and still travel the world? Answer: Be a writer!
December 1, 2010: Two books published - and one permanently stuffed in a drawer, an acknowledged 'learning experience.' Next novel taking shape as I muddle thorugh the wonderful world of marketing myself, i.e. figuring out how to scream louder or better so I get heard among the masses. Meanwhile I've got two little boys, one of whom has seen five continents, a wife who for some reason believes in me. On the side, I've got great ideas (I think) for a Saturday Night Live skit and a running shoe ad campaign (with no idea how to market these ideas without having them stolen from me). And of course this website, one of my hooks in the publishing pelagic and, I hope, a bit of fun for those who stop by.
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