I have some great news to share with my loyal readers! Well, maybe it’s not so great. You see I received this offer the other day informing me that my Book, I Albert Peabody: Confessions of a Serial Killer was interested in acquiring 8000 copies and distributing them throughout the bookstores around United Kingdom.
Author Archives: Jerry Schellhammer
Imagine
He looked from the third-floor window of the YMCA he was staying at. His black hair and piercing brown eyes looked down at the people below. He called himself John, though his friends and parents called him Mark.
I Beg Your Pardon?
I knew in the back of my mind this would happen, regardless of what Joe Biden promised. I’m not angry at him for doing what he did, pardon his son of gun and tax evasion charges that he pled guilty to and was scheduled for sentencing later this month. I’m angry that ….
Bob’s Thanksgiving
On every Thanksgiving since he became sober and accepted Jesus and God into his life Bob has donated his time every Thanksgiving feeding the homeless, dispossessed, and the poor. He does this to honor the family that in their own way, literally saved his life and offered him hope.
It’s My Fault
As I have said before, I am a firm believer in the good nature of mankind. That people like Donald Trump are the exception and that we are better than his words or those who listen to him.
Buck & Stag
The two big deer with large rack of antlers on their massive heads barreled through the wilderness as shots from hunters’ rifles whizzed by them. They bounded through thick foliage, briars and brush. They sprinted up a draw and the shooting stopped as they heard voices of the men echo off the hillside.
Nine Lives of Cosmo
At any rate, I’m a cat named Cosmo who came into this world a year ago. I’m sure I was probably a doctor or lawyer in my previous life, and I came back as a cat. The irony of it all!
Observations While Sitting at a Stop Light
Driving in city traffic is stop and go and stop and go. We, well I and the other anonymous drivers who drive to our collective destination’s in our rather ordinary Fords, Buicks and Dodges ignore each other, pretend none of us exist; invisible and clueless.
The Tale of the Vampire and the Ghostwriter
Candace McIntire drafted stories about other people who paid her for her time. Ghost writing wasn’t all she enjoyed. She wrote of witchery, vampires and werewolves that went bump in the night.
A Natural Gift
My stepdaughter Emely has many gifts that I am immensely proud of her for having. The latest is her gift for making automobiles look remarkable as you my loyal readers can plainly see from the image above.
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