From The Storm To A Glorious New Dawn: THE STORM, #5

By Matthew Beckett

These four short stories follow the lives of four different teenage gay couples, each of whom have also experienced gun violence and or poor health issues at some points in their pass.  Though the characters and pecise situations are fictinal, I know that these issues are ones some LGBTQ teens face every day, and I hope the latter two stories can give them some hope, and the former two may show some who reject who they are the terrible results of such feelings.  I hope this book can help to bring a little light to some of the dark corners of our world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matthew Beckett
• Release date: Jul 6, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393206002

Matthew Beckett

Matthew Beckett has been a story teller since before he could write.  His Traumatic Brain Injury at age eight and subsequent inability to secure private health insurance until this January has given him a particular passion for this topic.

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From The Storm To A Glorious New Dawn

THE STORM, Volume 5

Matthew Beckett

Published by Matthew Beckett, 2020.

While every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the publisher assumes no responsibility for errors or omissions, or for damages resulting from the use of the information contained herein.

FROM THE STORM TO A GLORIOUS NEW DAWN

First edition. July 6, 2020.

Copyright © 2020 Matthew Beckett.

Written by Matthew Beckett.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

From The Storm To A Glorious New Dawn

About the Author

For all those who feel different and are sometimes regected because of it.  Stay strong, keep going, and above all, please don't hurt yourselves.  A gllorious new dawn is just around the corner.

THE PALE HORSE.

Uninsurable Gunshot Gay was on her way to meet a girl.  She couldn't remember her name, but her brother had assured her that this time this blind date really was interested in dating in gender as Thomas had put it.  There was an unusually strong spring in her step.

In spite of the fact that I've known who and what I am since I was eleven years old, she mused.  I've never had a first date with a girl that warranted a second, and dates with boys are boring.

She rubbed the bald patch on her head self-consciously.  Some people can not see past the place where the bullet went in or the damage it did to my brain, of course, she went on.  But more often it's me who does not call back for a second date.

Then she turned a corner and the smell of fresh pastries wafted up her large nostrils.  She walked into Ernie's Bakery, looking around but trying not to be