Manuscripts Of Dread

Hello, readers. And welcome.

It has always been my dream to be a writer; However, traumatic experiences with terrible people left me withdrawn, uninspired, and terrified to ever put pen to paper again, for fear of retribution.

I lived that way for 10 years…

That was, until one man showed me my worth. He didn’t do it by catering to me, by coddling or babying me (though many times, I’d wished that he had). No, he did it by showing me that I didn’t need the validation of someone else to define my worth. He showed me that I was strong enough on my own, good enough on my own, *I* was enough on my own.

His love allowed me to heal parts of myself I didn’t even realize were broken. And that’s not to say that everyone who has broken parts just needs true love to heal them, because that’s not true. It is simply how it worked out for me.

These past two years, I began writing again during my college years. Firstly, in a Creative Writing class, where I had a wonderful professor who reminded me just how much I loved writing. He inspired my creative drive to ramp up again after I had long believed it dead, and to do so was a difficult task. I got to put my own work out there for the first time in my life, and was able to compliment and critique others’ work as well. This was truly the turning point for me.

It all started with short stories. As a baby writer, it can be difficult to find your niche; and for a long time, I believed I didn’t have one. I believed I was the exception to the rule, and could write just a little bit of everything. Now, lot’s of writers experiment with genre’s outside their traditional one. But I don’t know of any, personally, that write any and all genre’s. But, I digress.

My first short story was called: “The Flight Attendant”. It was meant to be a horror about a flight attendant who was having an affair with the pilot (original, I know.), and who ends up being haunted by the ghost of his wife, whom he had recently murdered. It was a cautionary tale to say the least. I wrote another called “A page in Time”, where a woman is transported back in time by way of a magic book, and learns to appreciate what she has. Of all the stories I wrote, they all seemed to carry one common theme: Thriller.

I have always been a lover of all things dark, and spooky. All things scary, and gory. What better way to integrate that into my creativity than with my writing? So, I stopped trying to cater to what everyone else wanted to read. Instead, I started to write what *I* wanted to read. Unfortunately, I seem to have tastes that are contrary to what most people consider “good”. But in the end, none of that matters. All that matters is authenticity.

Welcome to the wonderful world of my mind. Come on in, and enjoy the stay.

~Tyler