At Books by Kevin, I specialize in crafting captivating narratives that resonate with readers. My storytelling approach blends creativity and authenticity to create memorable experiences.
Writing Uncle Rick Stories was a labor of love. Growing up the youngest of five siblings had its moments. Some good, some bad, some great, but all were memorable. When I had children, I would tell them stories about myself and "Uncle Rick" growing up, entertaining with a dose of life's lessons thrown in. Putting the stories in written form was cathartic. I wrote the entire book in less than a week while deployed to a combat zone. When I was done, I had a better realization of how great my childhood was, and a better appreciation for my wife and children. I hope the stories please you, but more importantly, I hope they help you remember your childhood with fond memories and that you share them with your children.
"V" loved flying in her hot air balloon. Ever since she was a little fox cub she dreamed of flying as she watched the birds from her cozy den. When she was old enough to leave the den on her own she explored the woods and was fascinated with all of the other woodland animals.
One day as she was lying down and looking at the sky, she LOVED watching the birds, she was surprised to see a flying squirrel jump from the top of a tree and float gently to the ground!
"If he can do it, why cant I?" Not realizing that she had said it out loud, she was surprised when a voice responded to the question.
"Foxes can't fly. You don't have any wings like me!" She looked up into the tree she was lying next to and saw a young owl flapping her wings as if to show what she meant.
Rain pelted the windows in sheets, making it impossible to see outside. Not that it would have mattered, it was pitch-dark in the eye of the typhoon. Every few seconds lightning flashed as if some giant strobe light was attached to the WC-130. Lieutenant Colonel Reggie Moore, Flight Commander, was straining his eyes to see if there was a weak spot for exiting the eye.
The streaks of lightning gave a surrealistic affect to the dense wall of clouds making up the “eyewall”. The Hercules aircraft with the call sign Swan 23 (pronounced Two-Three) was in the eye of a Level five typhoon for the second time in three hours, but this time there was something wrong, very wrong.
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Swan 23 is done and I am in the process of getting it published in the very hear future - stay tuned!