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In light of the authors first novel, ‘’The Curse of Blackbeard’s Ghost’’, comes his latest, ‘’A New Collection of Short Stories’’. A useful addition to any library.

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Publié par	iUniverse
Date de parution	18 mai 2023
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781663248589
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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The New Collection of Short Stories

Andrew G Riddell

THE NEW COLLECTION OFSHORT STORIES

Copyright © 2023 Andrew G Riddell.

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ISBN: 978-1-6632-4852-7 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6632-4858-9 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2023908751

iUniverse rev. date: 05/15/2023

Contents
Dedication
Acknowledgements
A Note from the Author
Introduction
Intrigue
Caught in A Dilemma
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
The Future
The Little Stone Statue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Kateland
Nude M.D.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
The West Coast Syndicate
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
“Divine Submission”
“Medical Research”
“A Success”

I would like to thank my publishers

Dedication
To mom. Without whom financial assistance this work would not have been possible.

Acknowledgements
To whom it may concern:
These stories were written with the authors own effort and with no other influence. It was inspired by the love I had in humanity and my fellow human beings. I owe a special thanks to my mother for her financial support, and a special thanks to the girls of the Canadian National Institute for the Blind, without whom this work would not be possible. I would also like to thank the girls of Starbucks, and the Loyalist Retirement Residence. I might add, that the royalties of this book shall be donated to this charity for their usefulness and help, as well as my mothers in the writing of this manuscript. I’d also like to thank the following people: Fallon Veltri, Dana Blais, and Taryn Montague, whom without this work would not have been possible. Melanie Mason, Brittany Fletcher, Jocelyn Evans, Elizabeth Majentyi, Mary Bell, Ray and Marlene Dortono, the people of CNIB, the baristas at Starbucks, Kim Pilot, Karen Harpwood, John Gardiner, Mike Kirby, Dan and Dave Riddell, the girls of the Loyalist, and sister Nadine Matthews and family. Half of these stories were written while I was legally blind.

A Note from the Author
My earliest recollections are a black and white TV with all the modern conveniences. One morning, my mother got us up and showed us a herd of deer running between the neighbor’s house and across the street. My buddies showed up about half an hour later and we followed them to an open field. We hid behind an old log, I was five. The leaders jumped over us. To this day we still can’t believe that happened. It was like a dream to us.
My father used to watch a movie called ‘’On the Waterfront’’ with Marion Brando. It was about a laborer whose employees they looked up to. They were involved in a strike where he was beaten up and refused to be beaten and walked back to work. The rest of the crew followed him. The lesson to be learned here is that mt father is a labor man. It is important to stand up for what you believe in.
In grade 9, there was a TV program called ‘’Welcome back Kotter’’. The teacher reminded us of Mr. Kotter. His name was Walley Row. Then there was ‘’Happy Days’’ where we met at the ‘rendezvous’ after school. My friend had a souped up ’57 Chevy that could do the ¼ mile in 7 seconds. We used to go to the A&W drive in for Mama and Papa burgers. The girls looked nice in their hot pants.
Grade 12 came and a bunch of us decided to help rehabilitate x drug addicts. The teachers got out cooperation and they trained us. They even got us a room to work out of. Two years later I moved to Vancouver and worked in a drug rehabilitation center for a while. One night, I witnessed a heroine overdose that would not be the last one either. That was around the same time I was taking a therapy for a personality change. My friends thought it was odd that I didn’t go with them. That’s when I found myself. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life, so I travelled to the east coast. I had hitched all across Canada alone.
‘’People weave in lonely thought, for I have to care, I will regret, having spent time enough to share’’ was a poem I wrote because I was always alone. I was always reading literature and wrote many poems. My thinking went to eastern mysticism. I studied a higher level of martial arts and became quite thorough in it. I still am.
Years later I met a Spanish writer named Angel Mila, who had written 14 books in the Spanish tongue, 2 of which is till have. One was on Astro Projection. The masters of Kung Fu believe in similar levels of consciousness, prayer, meditation, and exercise. I learned from reliable sources that it was not all that normal thinking, and also had little experience in similar levels of thinking (Jack Nicholson’s, I’m OK, You’re OK). I don’t relate to Jack Nicholson. The movie ‘Easy Rider’ is easier to relate to in his day in age with the amount of drug use going on. In the National Football League, there was a couple of incidences similarly that were made to that level. Marriage of NFL players with charges of domestic violence. The study shows anger among marriage partners is up. Anger results in assault chargers which is why people study martial arts.
A few years ago, the news hut international legislation of hate crimes of men and women verbally charged. People all over the world are being accused as sexual perverts and facing criminal chargers. The fact that people come to live in an age where truth is replaced by trust. Black criminal what is the world coming to. What will be replaced by trust.
So then I decided to settle down and work for a living. I was living at my girlfriend in a city not far from my hometown. I took a job doing manual labor. I had to tear down a vault that was used for refrigeration purposes. It had Styrofoam wall panels that had to be torn out as well. All I had to use was a crowbar. It was an invigorating experience, all the self-control I could gather. You’d be amazed what you can do when you put your mind to it. I then had to tear out the door frame to the vault which was tight shut. I ended up using a jack hammer and lifting it above my waist. That’s not the last time I did that experience. As a young boy I was a skinny kid. But soon put on a few pounds from added work and exercise. That was the beginning of my chance of having a family life. My girlfriend had a family of five daughters.
Honor and virtue not to mention moral principles are going out like an old fade. I became a published writer in 2010, 9 years ago. I took interest in martial arts and have read a few books studying and practicing some of moves. One book in particular on mastering King Fu states that many artists become poets, writers and philosophers. I published two novels, and have recently began publishing my third with the difficulty that occurred in 2020 with ‘COVID’, the stress and challenges of daily life is being questioned by most. The fact that someone can deal with it, and survival may be a surprise to most people, but to me it’s a way of life. We all receive our rewards in life whether it be good or bad, ‘’God knows the intent of the heart.’’ Whether we chose to follow him or not is our own choice. His will is whether we stand aside or pick up our sword and fight.
The Author
November 2022

Introduction
The 1970’s movie Kung Fu, starring David Carradine was a story about a dynasty of masters who thought it wise to hand down the wisdom to a younger generation. An American boy was interviewed and asked to snatch the seed from the master’s hand. If he was fast enough in which he was, he was accepted. He was trained to be a master and when he was old and mature enough, he took a pilgrimage. An attack on the dynasty occurred and one day as the old man walked down the road he sensed and awareness of a warrior going by because he was blind as a result of old age. He grabbed a spear and blindly killed him. They pursued the aged master and executed him.

Intrigue
She had short curly light blonde hair that covered her head radiantly in a mad sort of way, two rosy rouge covered cheeks rounding into a deceivingly sly smile. A fortune teller working out of her own tent content in the cotton candy pathway amidst the smell of fresh pop corn. As she chanted her hands waving freely as if some magic was causing the round red rubber balloon tiny at first then extending into an over inflated pop.
The fortune teller was one exhibit amongst many in this traveling carnival that was in some city miles from someplace they called home.
The screams from the roller coaster