“With an imagination that knows no bounds, Alex Telander has crafted an amazing genre spanning collection that kept me turning pages till dawn.” — Richard Doetsch, New York Times bestselling author of Half-Past Dawn, Thieves of Darkness and The 13th Hour. In this debut collection, readers get to see into the dark and twisted mind of Alex C. Telander. "Unquiet Slumbers for the Sleepers" features ten original short stories that run the gamut of genres, from dark and bloody horror to futuristic science fiction; from a captivating thriller to an epic tale of historical fiction. And then there are those stories that simply can’t be classified, but once you read them, you won’t be able to get them out of your mind . . . The collection begins with a short piece about a young boy who doesn’t know who he is, but hungers for blood. “How to Commit Perfect Suicide” is a detailed, step-by-step process for those wanting to end it all. “Midnight” is the story of a dark horror set loose on an idyllic English town and it’s all up to one man to stop it. “The Monk and His Sword” is a work of historical fiction, set in early medieval Britain, about a monk who is also a warrior, who finds himself besieged in the old city of Londinium. The collection ends with “The Shadow in Black,” as Frank Minerva finds his life changed forever in a horrific accident, and a vision of a creature he believes to be the Grim Reaper. "Unquiet Slumbers for the Sleepers" also includes two sneak peeks: the first chapter to a young adult fantasy, "Kyra: the First Book of Enchantus"; and the first chapter of the thriller, "Nothing is an Accident." "Unquiet Slumbers for the Sleepers" does what all short story collections should do: presents a number of captivating and fascinating tales that are all different and unique, that leave the reader thinking and wondering, as well as making sure all the lights are on and all the doors are locked.

I am a Poet, surfing the rainbows... Squandering the few surviving winks in my dreamy eyes. I, a well accompanied loner, saunter amidst the fireflies. Like a wandering dream, my restless mind meanders, "Will the same butterflies return to the flower?" It wonders. I am the thief who thieved the fire, to set the ideas ablaze, I stole the rains too, I had to flood the despondent deserts. But Metaphors I'd just borrow, they would never be mine. Metaphors can't be tamed, they belong to poetry, not poets. I roam unescorted and unaccompanied. I'm just exploring. Whilst, really there is nothing to find. "Sshh!" There is everything to find... Yet I roam... As a Poet. I roam. The wilderness, of the mind, the canyons of consciousness. -Harish Vaid harishvaid1986@gmail.com A collection of Poems, of the unusual sort. Read along for poems ranging from Love to Life, General to Abstract, Random to Insane. Intended to be an ongoing series. "Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." -Leonardo Da Vinci Love all... Love you all. "Amor Vincent Omnia"

Fantasy worlds... (2013) A writing exercise in visual sensations.

An anthology of love and lies; choice and change; fate and free will. Lives interlocking like clockwork and yet not at all like clockwork.

All of Peyton's and Cody's moments, wrapped into one

A new poetry collection called just. It is called Just because it is just poetry about just some feelings and sometimes they talk about just me ,and sometimes the poems are written due to my inspiration by just some songs and quotes. Poetry #27 / Random #85 (12-6-2014)

This is a small collection of poems that I have previously published in magazines. The pieces cover a wide variety of topics and styles, from romance to surrealism to narrative pieces playing with different voices. I love exploring both the mundane and the paranormal in my work, and I hope you enjoy reading!

Cody has just lost the love of his life, Peyton. He' s losing his mind without her, just like how she lost hers.

Peyton has no family. Her parents died in a car crash, her grandparents died a while ago and she's an only child. She's been to at least fifteen funerals in her lifetime, for family but now she only has one more funeral to go to. Her own.

Julie has always been the shy type. Her world changes when she finds wattpad, a very popular ebook community. She becomes addicted to it and even starts posting her own stories. But are friends, fans and votes all she will get from this site? Or is it possible to find love as well?