Tina D'Angelo
Bio
I am a 70-year-old grandmother, who began my writing career in 2022. Since then I have published 6 books, all available on Barnes and Noble or Amazon.
BARE HUNTER, SAVE ONE BULLET, G-IS FOR STRING, AND G-IS FOR STRING: OH, CANADA
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Into Thin Air
For being a small, timid child, I never backed down from a challenge. Ride my tricycle down the forty-five degree slope of the street we lived on? Two missing teeth, skinned knees for days and a spanking later ( in that famous Sponge Bob French accent)? Challenge accepted.
By Tina D'Angelo2 months ago in Humans
Cashing In On Kids Books
These past two and a half years have proven that you can teach an old dog new tricks. I began writing a memoir in 2022, sending it off to a publisher for a tidy sum to format and design the book for me. With the next book, I found a publisher who could do everything the first did but also would promote my work. That publisher ended up being a royal pain where I sit.
By Tina D'Angelo12 months ago in Motivation
The Good Reverend's Gift
“Come on, chicken!” Frankie goaded, as he and the other boys, in their Halloween costumes, filed through the rusty gate. Hide-n-Seek in a cemetery on Halloween night didn’t seem like a good idea. I liked the apples and cookies given out by bemused neighbors in our little town. The other boys couldn’t be dissuaded, so I quietly followed them through the dark, overgrown graveyard, its fractured, moonlit headstones jutting from the ground like broken teeth.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Fiction
Ma, All The Way From Paree!
"Ma! Ma! Hurry up. It's going to start soon," I yelled to Ma, who was finishing the dinner dishes in the kitchen. Everyone in Wilson, Kansas, had chattered about this event for weeks. The excitement was palpable. We were simple country folk, few had been further than the town limits.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Fiction
The Final Nail. Top Story - October 2024.
There was only one rule: Don’t open the door. I repeated that warning in my mind, as I wandered through the moldy tunnels of the dark wine cellar. Stagnant water slowly dripped from moss-shrouded ceilings, pooling in the cracks between the slick stone walkways. The only sounds were the echoes of my footsteps and the never-ending plop, plop, plop of dripping water.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Horror
Smooth Operator
"Oh, my dear, I've never met anyone like you before. No one I've ever been with compares to you. It took me two hundred tries, but finally, I have found 'the one,' and she is you," I whisper into her hair, scanning the room behind her, looking for something better.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Fiction
