Many Little Deaths

By Alexander S. Bauer

When longtime best friends Quin and Ro finally start dating, Quin starts to die. Over and over and over.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alexander S. Bauer
• Release date: Aug 14, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005504052

Alexander S. Bauer

I was abysmal at the kind of writing that gets you good grades in English classes, so I never wrote much until tenth grade, after my ninth grade teacher embraced my creativity. Since then I haven't been able to stop.The best way to describe myself would be complex. I lettered in two sports (Bowling and Baseball) in high school and captained two academic clubs (Science Olympiad and Math League. I'm a jock who likes to write, who watches Star Trek, who cares about LGBT issues and human sexuality. I'm a nerd that plays with legos and builds model railroads, but can also play sports. One day I'll read about psychology, then movies, then hockey, then history.I've written four full novels, a couple dozen short stories and somewhere around five hundred poems. As a writer I derive inspiration from Rowling, Orwell, Crichton, and a number of Star Trek novelists as well as every movie I've ever seen. I like fantasy, things that can't happen in real life, the creation of entire worlds in which both author and reader can immerse themselves. I like ambiguous characters, neither good nor bad. I like insidious heroes, bastards with hearts of gold, people that make you laugh and think at the same time.And I love to converse, so if you're like me, track me down somewhere and say hi.

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Many Little Deaths

by Alexander S. Bauer

Copyright 2021 Alexander S. Bauer

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Content Warning

This book has scenes of violence and harassment and brief descriptions of physical abuse within a relationship. It also has graphic sex scenes.

The Beginning

Usually when you have new neighbors it's big news, especially when you're 14 and live next door. What are they like? Do they have kids? Will you be friends or enemies? Will they yell at you for cutting across their yard to the sidewalk or hitting their car with tennis balls as you play baseball in the gravel drive that loops around the trailer park? After all, it’s the only real free space unless you want to walk a mile to the town park.

Usually, but not so in the Dream Acres trailer park. People never stayed long. It wasn't as much a community as it was a last resort. Especially for the adults. Even the kids were wary of one another, whether it was because you suspected your neighbors of being thieves or addicts or didn’t want to get too attached, expecting them to move out as soon as they could. Why get too close when your new friend could be gone tomorrow.

People lasted even less time in Unit #1. The first trailer in the park was the only one that looked like an actual house, consisting of one double wide stacked on top of the other. For a while the only thing it made me do was wonder how the hell it worked inside. It was by far the biggest in the park and as nice as any other, but the reason no one ever lasted long was because it was the only unit that shared a fence with the actual house of Dream Acres owner and manager Karen Knudson.

Rumor was that Karen had originally had Unit #1 built for her son who she envisioned managing the trailer park after her passing. The son had other ideas, college, work, and life somewhere other than the worst community in the worst part of a crappy little town in upstate New York. The son left but the house stood, a monument to his betrayal and so Karen had it in for anyone that moved in. Still, she continued to rent it out and complained about the lack of reliable tenants to anyone that happened to cross her path while she was getting her mail or doing walk-by inspections.

Karen operated as judge, jury, and executioner of what was called an HOA but gave only her any real power. No one earned more citations for petty offenses than number 1. So I didn't think much of it when a mother and her daughter moved in one summer afternoon. No one helped them unload the lone panel van that contained their things. No one stopped by to say hi or brought cookies or pie or anything like that. People just watched from their windows and took bets on how long they would last.

Three years later they were still there.

Ro

One more year, Ro skipped a stone on the creek that ran through the woods that surrounded the trailer