Shattered Glass: T's Pocket Thrillers, #1

By Tawa Witko

For Eileen Marshall life was simple enough. Teach, come home to her husband, wake up and do it again. She was thankful for the normalcy of it considering where she came from. But her simple and normal life comes to a screeching halt when new student Marcy Daniels enters her classroom. There is something odd and peculiar about the girl and in the corners of Eileen's subconscious, dangerous. The events that follow prove just how dangerous she is but is it real or only in her mind? The truth may very well destroy her like a piece of shattered glass.

Shattered Glass is Book 1 in T's Pocket Thrillers, a collection of thriller novellas that range from the psychological to paranormal. But beware, because all are aimed at making you fear what goes bump in the night.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Winyan Press, LLC
• Release date: Oct 3, 2017
• ISBN: 9780999414620

Tawa Witko

Author Tawa Witko lives on the Standing Rock Indian Reservation with her son, Adam Milda and daughter, fellow author, Deanna Milda. They are accompanied by their many animals, an Australia Shepherd/Border Collie mix named Bella, a couple of ornery cats (Edward and Lil Bit) and their horses, Eagle Bear and Wild Spirit. Tawa is a licensed clinical psychologist while Deanna and Adam attend McLaughlin Middle School and High School, respectively. The family enjoys attending wacipis, participating in tribal ceremonies and living a quiet life without the hustle and bustle of the cities. Thirty Eight is the first published work by Tawa and her daughter, Deanna, but it will certainly not be the last. In the coming months they will begin writing a young adult series called The Diakrisis Tales which will center around a 16-year-old girl named Parker who discovers that she can not only see spirits but can interact with them as well. Each standalone book will follow Parker on a new mystery that she must solve. Keep a look out for the first book in the series, An Unexpected Gift, in late 2016.

Book preview

Chapter One

Spring was all over the small town of Currant, Nebraska. Small flower shops boasted their beautiful arrangements of purple, orange, and yellow blossoms while the local grocers advertised its fresh fruit, right from area farmers. The clothing stores as well made sure to display their prettiest spring attire of shorts and flowing skirts geared to make one appreciate the warming weather that was approaching. The town of only 2800 people was a mere 80 miles from Lincoln with its massive 280,000 population. Most of the residents of Currant had found themselves there, wanting the simplicity of a small-town life with its lack of crime and good old American values. It was the exact reason that Stephen and Eileen Marshall had moved there nearly three years ago.

You see, three years ago was a difficult time for Eileen. The man she had called her father, a man whose brutality was only surpassed by his ability to cover up said feats of evil, had finally passed on. While Eileen had thought she had gotten over the years of abuse she had endured under his roof, she found that his death had caused her to re-experience it once more. It was her husband’s idea for a fresh start, somewhere where there would be no evil memories to haunt his beloved’s dreams. This ideal held true for three wonderful years but would soon begin to crumple.

Madison High School sat in the center of town, ideal for all its residents. It was a large one story building that, along with the extensive football field, encompassed a whole city block. Eileen Marshall served as the school’s math teacher, a role she was quite fond of. She liked the complexity of the subject and that it wasn’t up for interpretation. It was what it was. Today however, she struggled as she sat in the teacher’s lounge, nursing a migraine and wishing she could go home and curl in bed until it passed.

Got a headache?

Eileen didn’t say anything at first. Her fingers wove tight circles at her temple as she willed her migraine to disappear. She was out of medication and she knew that nothing else would work for her. Of course Pat asking her ridiculous questions he already knew the answers to didn’t help her cause. She took several deep breaths as the relentless pounding continued.

"Can I get you some