A.R. Tanner
Bio
Author of 'Grief Stricken Choices' by A.R. Tanner also 'Torn In Two' published under Amanda R. Spurgeon https://www.xlibris.com/en/bookstore & Amazon
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Stories (14/0)
The Devil's Drug
Meth. The Devil's drug. Euphoria. Powerful. Immediate high. Just one dose is enough to pull you in for more. Some say it's a deal with the Devil. You trade in your looks, your wealth, your intellect...Addiction at its finest. It takes everything from you. It becomes your whole life. More important than anything else. I think most people would agree that meth has been one of the most sinister creations ever fabricated.
By A.R. Tanner 2 years ago in Humans
Old Flame Part III
The last time I was at a park on the swings was about two years ago in my hometown. Nathan and I had been together several months and went there after homecoming before the big house party he threw. It was a time where I thought he hung the moon. The autumn air had a small breeze, making it a little chilly. Nathan had given me his jacket to wear since I didn't bring mine. I hadn't expected to stop at the dark, vacant park.
By A.R. Tanner 2 years ago in Fiction
Old Flame Part II
When I was 12 years old, my best friend and I took her mother's car out for a spin after she fell asleep for the night. After driving around for a while, we decided it was time to head back. My friend asked if I wanted to drive back home. I was ecstatic. I'd been observing my parents drive for a while, and I was confident I had the technique down to do it in real life.
By A.R. Tanner 2 years ago in Fiction
Old Flame
I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him. There was no doubt it was Nathan. He was tall, lean but muscular, his dark hair was shaggy and in need of a haircut, and his walk was one of a kind. It screamed confidence, boldness, and determination. That's who Nathaniel Pierce was.
By A.R. Tanner 2 years ago in Fiction
Daddy's Little Girl
They say a girl's first hero is her father. Everyone's heard the term, "Daddy's little girl". The saying couldn't fit me better than anything else in this world. My dad was a hard-working man. Stern. Devoted. Old fashioned. Those are just a few to name. Anyone who knew him would say he was sarcastic and stubborn. He was definitely one-of-a-kind. His name was Dennis Randall "Randy" Tanner.
By A.R. Tanner 2 years ago in Humans
He's Gone
He's gone. I didn't see it happen, but when the guys started yelling, I looked up and saw my brother on the ground. Mom always hated that he and I started working on a drilling rig. She said it was too dangerous. She wasn't wrong. Many things could go wrong and take your life in an instant. I just never expected it would happen to one of us.
By A.R. Tanner 2 years ago in Fiction
"I Matter."
Daniel Beck. That's my name. But I hate 'Daniel' so I go by Danny. While I sit in front a burley, tattooed man holding the tattoo needle to the skin of my forearm, tracing out the letters of her name, I can still remember the first day I met her. The first time she hugged me. Kissed me. I could remember it all.
By A.R. Tanner 2 years ago in Fiction
