Tina D'Angelo
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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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BARE HUNTER
What a perfect day, I thought, pulling into my driveway around 11:30. An afternoon with Timmy and the evening with Sharon. Maybe my life was finally looking up. All I had to do was get through this shit with Greg and keep the peace with him. I popped a Zoloft and washed it down with OJ. Then, I climbed into bed with my clothes on, too tired to change. At 3 AM, I awoke to an argument outside my bedroom window.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER. Top Story - April 2024.
CHAPTER 15 I pulled up in front of Sandy’s a little early, so I texted Becca again and left a message for Sharon, hoping she had a good day and I’d see her tomorrow. Two cars pulled into Sandy’s driveway. I don’t know why I was surprised to see another man with her. We’d been apart for two years and I certainly didn’t waste any time getting back on the horse.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
I flopped onto the bed and repeated my sleep mantra, ‘Just following orders, just following orders, just following orders,’ until the meds mercifully let me drift off to my battleground of dreams. Wrapping the black turban’s tail closer to my face, I hid behind the rubble of a newly fallen landslide. It was a perfect position to watch the quiet, dusty village below. The 93-degree weather was drying out my eyes, as I tried to adjust the monocle for a close-up of the target’s house. Swiping my hand over them to clear the sand and dust, I caught a slight motion in the courtyard below.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
Saturday in VA I found an impossible-to-find parking spot on Ohio Drive SW and hoofed it over the Arlington Memorial Bridge. Captain Howard was hard to miss, waiting for me in uniform. Since my time in the Corps, he had advanced a few grades. Now a 2-star general, he stood at ease near the Arlington National Cemetery Welcome Center. I suddenly felt naked or at least underdressed.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
-Friday- Even the combination of Paroxetine and Zoloft couldn’t keep the night terrors at bay. I kept hearing rifle rounds, bang, bang, bang, one after the other, and seeing puffs of red mist in the distance: two taller ones and four closer to the ground. I woke up with tears running down my face. My throat was raw from screams in my sleep.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
When I got home, I checked the invisible tape on the front and back doors before entering. No one had messed with my apartment while I was gone. The first time in days I didn’t need to overload meds to fall asleep. I chugged a liter of OJ, brushed my teeth, and passed out, exhausted from the day.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
The rest of the afternoon crawled by with a pile of financials needing attention. I laughed while looking through a column of numbers and saw Crane Brand- units (17) – White Porcelain- Standard floor model 00871—toilets = $645.59 per unit. on a sheet from the Pentagon.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
God damned Becca. Today, of all days. she has to pull her shit on me. Why couldn’t she disappear and leave me alone? Maybe I’ll start paying for ass instead of dating. It's so complicated and messy. We dated for like, what, six or seven weeks and she thought I was going to fucking marry her or something? I popped a Paroxetine, a Zoloft, and an Advil before hitting the rack, hoping I had enough meds in me to keep the nightmares away.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
What People Don't See. Content Warning.
I recently submitted a rather distasteful story to the manuscripts section of a writer’s site, similar to Medium, planning to expand the story to book length. A memoir of pain and other mistakes. Various responses were received; some puzzled, some troubled, and others understood the message behind the story, which was authentic and recalled vividly in the harshest of terms.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Confessions
BARE HUNTER. Content Warning.
Chapter 7 On the way home, I stopped at Burger King and ordered a couple of Whoppers and a drink from the drive-thru. Shoving them into my mouth as I drove, I went over the conversation with Greg line by line. IT might be dirty. Couldn’t call in officials, like cops, or FBI because we handled government accounts. Our company would be toast if there were any questions about our air-tight security system. He wanted me to set up surveillance on the IT department. Where? How? Who were these dudes he trusted to run whatever I set up? So many questions and not enough answers.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
