Free literary fiction Kindle books for 19 Apr 15

The Disappearance of Daniel Klein

by Cynthia Hagan

The Disappearance of Daniel Klein chronicles the story of a boy magician with mismatched eyes (one blue, one green) who captures the dark interest of a Nazi research doctor. Despite growing up as a Jewish orphan in the midst of World War II, Daniel Klein still believes in the miraculous and the good and all that comes with it. He finds solace in magic, spends his afternoon hours pulling silver coins from the air and turning white handkerchiefs red, proving again and again that things are not always as they seem. But on one night, with one little boy decision, Daniel is put on a trajectory that threatens not only his resilient spirit but also his very life. When he and his friends sneak out of their orphanage to retrieve a family heirloom Daniel left behind while playing that day, they unknowingly give up their only chance to avoid deportation to a concentration camp. At that camp resides Karl Vendel, an awkward and obsessive Nazi research doctor who takes a dark interest in Daniel’s rare eye color. As Daniel struggles to cope with the conditions of the camp and the impending loss of his sight, he finds himself increasingly confused, unable to separate imagination from reality. And as he begins to witness miraculous, near otherworldly things, Daniel wonders if he is losing his sanity or if something from the beyond is trying to help him survive. Penned by screenwriter, Cynthia Hagan, The Disappearance of Daniel Klein is a story about the bonds of childhood friendship and the transcending power of belief. More, it begs us to ask the questionĂ¢?¦ is there life beyond life as we know it?

Red: A Short Story

by Kathryn O’Halloran

After the earthquake, Tokyo changes for Cherry. She wonders if there is a place for her in this city where her only anchors are the old man with a dubious past who owns the bar where she works, nights of karaoke and love hotels and the Sky Tree that looms over her dreams.

In Field

by Bauke

Getting away from it all a young man escapes to the field.

His dreams of exploration, freedom and discovery are childlike in innocence but soon the dream turns sour.

How can something so pure, the idea to escape and be alone, turn into the nightmare of the peoples commune.

A story of growth, freedom, youth and fear.

Sanchez and His Phone: A Tale from the Inside

by Owen Carlysle

What happens when a man in prison finds himself facing a potential riot? In this understated story from Owen Carlysle, the day to day realities of prison life and the constant threat of violence takes center stage.

Warning: This ebook contains mature content. Parents should read carefully before allowing a child in their care to read this story.

Here is a preview:

I could smell smoke, and it wasn’t all that surprising. A new influx of inmates had arrived, and the new influx meant new packets of tobacco smuggled in new rectums. Of course, tobacco was by no means the only thing new inmates smuggled that way. Hell, H once showed me a deck of cards, a real deck and not only the pinochle decks allowed in reception. They were smuggled along with an entire colored pencil set up some Pisa’s ass. Still, it was off-putting to smell the smoke. We were in an enclosed place, for fuck’s sake, and that mean that the deputies would smell the smoke and we’d have to deal with consequences. For me, the consequences really represented nothing more than a break in the routine, but a break in the routine was enough. The worst part about it was that I was pretty sure it was the Whites who had the tobacco. It was Dirty Eddie who made me think that with his, “Hey we have smoke now” that he’d said in a kind of off-hand way in the line for breakfast that made me consider it.

I could certainly have joined the men at the far corner of the building to have a few drags from the makeshift cigarette. I didn’t. There wasn’t a problem for me with it. Hell, I smoked almost three packs a day on the outside, and even after five months without a single draw, I desperately wanted a cigarette. That was the issue. There were a lot of inmates who used their time inside to quit whatever addictions plagued them. Not me. I had absolute intentions to get out and get back to the nicotine and the alcohol. The problem was that access to tobacco in a reception facility was limited and there was no way in hell I’d give myself the desire for it without the guarantee that a quick trip to the liquor store would replenish whatever I’d consumed.

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