Welcome to My Delusions

By Renata Kell

In "Fathers and Fools" Carla's pledge to her deceased father, takes her on a journey that unveils a lifetime of unnecessary pain. Cousins, Shayla and Kelsea devise a desperate plan to leave the family business, in "Flying the Coop." These two begrudged teenagers use all they have learned from the past to create a new future for themselves and their siblings. The day has finally come, and the months of preparation should make this job easy in and easy out but, Vince's unexpected admiration for his hostages create a moral dilemma and complications in, "Whose Lucky Night?" Sisters, Tori and Abigail work together to cover up a family secret after a misunderstanding force one of the girls to take matters in her own hands in, "Choices. "Last but not least, Jade and her mother Jewel set out on a fear filled adventure to find her sister, Sapphire, before it's too late in the, "The River."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Renata Kell
• Release date: Mar 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463085783

Renata Kell

Renata Kell is an up and coming screenwriter whose primary focus is in writing mystery, suspense with female leads seeking justice.Kell is currently working toward her Bachelor of Fine Arts in Creative Writing degree. Kell's work include self-published autobiography, Post Trauma: Facing My Pain and Embracing Change and short stories such as, Whose Lucky Night and Flying the Coop which can be found on literary journals, Fiction on the Web and The Scarlet Leaf Review. Kell has also tried her hand at some amateur blogging before she decided to go to school.Kell is a voice for women in domestic violence situations. Kell's own experiences, her failures and successes motivate her to inspire those who do not think it is possible.

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Welcome to My Delusions

by Renata Kell

Copyright by Renata Kell, 2020

Book Cover Original Images/ Illustrations by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

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Table of Contents

Title/Copyright Page

Table Of Contents

Fathers and Fools

Flying the Coop

Whose Lucky Night?

Choices

The River

About the Author

Fathers and Fools

The bitter cold bites at Carla’s toes in every step she takes on this broken-down country road. She tugs at her flannel shirt fighting off the chill of emotions ready to surface at any moment.

This has got to be the dumbest thing I have ever done. Why should I give a damn about that stupid jackass' last wishes? What did he ever do for me, except dump his DNA into a woman who was gone before the stretch marks faded? How dare he bitch for seventeen years about a no-good dad who left him before he was outa diapers, then ask me to find him after leaving me!

A distant clanging and rattling snap Carla out of her thoughts and as she turns to see what is making the noise, she is forced to shield her eyes from the bright headlights nearing. The dark blue rust bucket comes to a labored stop.

What the heck are you doing out here, young lady? You looking to get yourself missing or something?

After surveying her options, Carla decides the old guy is harmless.

I’m just heading to Landers Point up yonder, mister. Do you think I can hitch a ride?

Well, I stopped didn’t I. Hop on in.

Grateful for the heat of the bucking bronco, Carla turns to the driver and says,

Thank you, mister.

No thanks needed, little lady. Happy to help. What you doing out here in the middle of the dream hour, anyway?

It sure as shit aint my choice, declares Carla. Just taking care of some family shit for my no-good father that up and kicked the bucket."

I’m sorry to hear that, honey. My condolences.

Thanks, but none needed. That stupid ass drank himself to death in self-pity.

Carla stares out the window in silence watching the endless fields bounce by.

Is there anything I can do to help? asks the driver.

No sir, this is a stupid idea anyways, says Carla,