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What do you do when you don't know who you are, when who you thought you were, who you thought would become, is destroyed? This is the story of young man, Chris, seeking an identity after the seemingly catastrophic collapse of his life, seeking what it means to be a creator, and, ultimately, seeking a glimpse of hope and recovery after a rock-bottom event. During his search, he comes to the conclusion that instead of creating beauty for an ugly world, he wants to destroy beautiful things. Because of his background and education in art, Chris knows of a secret: Michaelangelo's David has a fatal flaw, a weakness that if struck correctly would shatter the marble into fragments. What will Chris and his newfound group of society's rejects do with this knowledge? Antiartists is both bleak and darkly comic, playful and serious. It is about broken people doing broken things, and about trying to find a reason to carry on when there seems no escape from the downward trajectory of one's life. It is, in the end, about redemption and hope, about finding a way to keep living when everything seems lost, about finding a light in the darkness. It is the story of an outsider coming to terms with his differences. This story is ultimately about believing, once again, that it is worth carrying on - that even after seeing rock bottom, life can be beautiful again.

https://www.amazon.com/Antiartists-Ralph-Pullins/dp/1941541984/ref=cm_cr_arp_d_product_top?ie=UTF8



This anthology is made of five stories exploring different aspects of living.
Five different authors bring you beautiful tales exploring a common theme.

All proceeds from this anthology will be donated to the Linerberger Center for Cancer Research at the University of North Carolina in memory of Eric Dejong.

This includes a story of mine, "Paging Mr. Bronson" that I am very proud of.  Only three bucks.

https://www.amazon.com/Life-Living-Anthology-Publishing-Anthologies-ebook/dp/B01MZXEXG3/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1487264309&sr=8-1&keywords=on+life+and+living+anthology

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