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    Drowning In The Darkness Of My Mind
    Drowning In The Darkness Of My Mind
    Drowning In The Darkness Of My Mind
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    Drowning In The Darkness Of My Mind

    By The Cunning Linguist

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    All of his life, Aaron Kelly has dreamt of killing random women; random women who are actually turning up dead. An unfortunate event brings with it a life sentence at Psycho Ward, Newark, NJ’s brand new state of the art mental health facility for the criminally insane.

    Eric Mosley has had a hard life, but he hasn’t allowed that to stop him from building one of the most lucrative business empires on the East Coast. Eric is also a cold blooded murderer who will stop at nothing to feed the sick and demented desires that have propelled him for his entire life.

    Martina Ambrose is sick and tired of being sexually abused, and takes it upon herself to put a permanent stop to it; landing her a life sentence in Psycho Ward. She also has dreams of being murdered and can feel each emotion and sensation that the victim feels upon death.

    What do these three people have in common? And why will it lead to a violent and bloody standoff within Newark’s city limits? The answer is very simple, when you’re….DROWNING IN THE DARKNESS OF MY MIND!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherThe Cunning Linguist
    Release dateNov 8, 2017
    ISBN9781386056218
    Drowning In The Darkness Of My Mind
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    The Cunning Linguist

    Born and raised in Newark, N.J., The Cunning Linguist grew up as an avid reader. Encyclopedia Brown, The Hardy Boys, and Nancy Drew were just some of the characters that expanded his childhood imagination. All of writings use his hometown and its surrounding municipalities as the setting. He uses actual locales and landmarks to convey a sense of familiarity with his city and looks to portray Newark as more than just a murder show for the media. The Cunning Linguist is the father of 2 (son & daughter), a die-hard NY Giants and LA Lakers fan, and is currently hard at work writing FIVE novels simultaneously.

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      Drowning In The Darkness Of My Mind - The Cunning Linguist

      Prologue #1

      August 9, 1985

      The dust danced around the exposed light bulb swinging from the ceiling like newlyweds who’d just sauntered into the reception hall after a glorious and romantic ceremony. The small room was ablaze with late summer humidity even at the fairly late hour of 9:30pm.

      Young Eric Mosley was trying his best to ignore the pain that radiated throughout his body as his stepfather Devin penetrated him roughly and repeatedly. This wasn’t the first time he’d done it, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. 

      Eric had tried to inform his mother of what was going on, but unfortunately she was addicted to heroin and spent the majority of her time either high, or chasing it. There always came a point during the abuse where Eric projected his mind to a happier memory that he held.

      On this particular evening, he was five years old again and sitting with his biological father at Dairy Queen sharing a gigantic ice cream sundae while his dad attempted to explain the rules of football to him.

      It’s not that difficult Eric, his dad had said while shoving a spoonful of the ice cream into his mouth. The offense gets four attempts to advance the ball ten yards, only they’re not called attempts they’re called downs. So say it’s 1st & 10, that means that it’s the first attempt for the offense to advance the ball ten yards.

      Not completely grasping the concept, Eric then asked, So what happens if the offense moves the ball ten yards in two tries instead of four?

      Throwing his head back and laughing at the sheer innocence of the question, Eric’s dad replied, If that happens son, the offense gets another set of four downs to advance another ten yards. They do this until ultimately they score either a touchdown or kick a field goal.

      The conversation went back and forth over the sloppily made sundae and Eric remembered it as being the happiest day of his life. His father had died in a horrific car crash, which had decapitated him and also severed his body in half at the chest. It was shortly thereafter that his mother began using drugs.

      When she came home one day with Devin, who at the time was a neighborhood dealer, Eric didn’t feel any sort of way about it since he was still mourning his dad. It wasn’t too long after that before Devin began molesting Eric on a nightly basis. He would send Eric’s mother on a fruitless and time consuming errand, just so he could be alone with the boy and feed his own sick sexual desires.  Eric’s mother was so out of it on heroin that she was of no use to the boy when he came to her for help.

      POP! The slap to the back of his head shook Eric out of the peaceful reverie he was in. The pain that he felt from his bleeding unobstructed sphincter took away all of the memories that he so desperately wanted to hold onto.

      Shut the fuck up and stop crying like a little bitch! Devin vehemently spat at him as he buckled the belt around his waist. If you ever tell anybody what’s been happening they’re not going to believe you, they’re NEVER going to believe you. I’m a respected man in Newark and you’re just the bastard son of a dope fiend. Nobody will EVER believe ANYTHING you say.

      Devin left the room while Eric remained on the soiled twin sized bed, tears streaming down his face. Maybe he’s right, Eric thought. No one will ever believe anything I have, so why worry about it? I’ll keep everything to myself and I won’t bother anyone. Those thoughts are what Eric embraced as the day closed on his 10th birthday, a birthday that everyone including his own mother had forgotten.

      Prologue #2

      August 9, 1995

      As her 5’3" dark brown skinned frame was being wheeled down the hallway of Beth Israel Medical Center on the maternity bed, Sharon Kelly tried not to focus on the fear that was gnawing away at her. Giving birth was supposed to be a wondrous occasion in a woman’s life, but Sharon couldn’t think of a more inappropriate time to be bringing life into the world.

      Her husband Isaac had been tragically killed just two weeks earlier in a work related construction accident and she was still mourning his death. She had no idea how she was going to raise a child alone and the subsequent stress is what caused her to go into labor almost three months early.

      Her James Earl Jones looking obstetrician Dr. Ezra Stephens had beat her to the hospital and was ready and waiting when Sharon was brought into the delivery room just two short hours after her water had broken. As the maternity nurses hooked her up to a variety of machines and began to administer needles of various medicines, Dr. Stephens was making notations on her chart as he addressed her,

      From the initial readings that I’m seeing the baby is doing fine, aside from one thing that has me a bit concerned.

      This news made Sharon attempt to sit up in the bed, but the I.V. and other tubes that were connected to her body prevented her from doing so.

      What are you talking about Doctor? Sharon asked with uneasiness dripping from her voice.

      Dr. Stephens was well aware of what had happened to Isaac Kelly so he made it his business to treat Sharon as he would his own daughter. Thirty-five years of delivering babies had afforded him the right to do so.

      It seems as though the baby’s heartbeat is extremely fast, Dr. Stephens said as he read from the patient chart. "But that’s not anything serious. Judging from these prenatal indicators, it looks as though the baby is having a nightmare.

      I’m not sure if you’re aware, but while they’re in the womb babies can spend upwards of 90% of the time in a dream-like state. We noticed it at your last sonogram, but the numbers weren’t high enough to warrant any real concern."

      Shaking her head in disbelief, Sharon asked, So what does this mean Doctor?

      Closing the chart Dr. Stephens replied, Nothing really, we should just stay aware of it during delivery is all.

      As she laid her head back and allowed the doctor’s words to sink in, a tremendous pain ripped through her abdomen and settled straight into the small of her back.

      UGGGGHHH! Sharon groaned out in obvious pain.

      Dr. Stephens sat down on a small stool at end of the maternity bed and began to examine Sharon’s birth canal. Her legs trembled moderately as the stirrups kept them elevated. Dr. Stephens turned to the maternity nurse after a few minutes and said,

      Ok, cervical dilation is at ten centimeters.... it’s time.

      He then hollered out, Ok Sharon here we go.... BREATHE!

      7 hours later....

      Sharon’s body had finally begun to relax after the adrenaline started dying down. Lying in her arms wrapped snugly in a hospital blanket was her six pound four ounce son. As she looked at him, tears began to build up in her eyes and foresaw a lifetime of heartache ahead of her.

      Dr. Stephens entered the room with a different maternity nurse than the one who had assisted with the delivery. After scribbling briefly onto her chart, he leaned over and looked down at Sharon and her newborn son.

      My God, he said as he removed his glasses and looked closer. You’re going to have quite the ladies’ man on your hands Sharon.

      Looking up at Dr. Stephens from the baby, Sharon replied, I think you might be right Doctor, but I wouldn’t want....

      The conversation was interrupted by the news on the television:

      "Another stabbing victim was found in the 300 block of Washington Avenue early this morning by a

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