The Positive Side

About the Book

Being written on thin paper with only a piece of graphite, there are probably several spelling and grammatical errors in My Story. The Positive Side is about the life of a serial killer. The enviornment in which he grew up in and the story shown through his eyes. From his friends, his love, his family, to where it all went wrong. His life takes a dramatic turn to disaster. The narrator takes you through the good to the bad and then to what pushed this ordinary man to the term ‘Serial Killer.’ Throughout the story the narrator shows you the murder’s view and the detective’s hunting him. You must decide who the antagonist is in this modern day story shown from all views.

About the Author

I knew of you the moment you were there. Sensing you were a boy with two brothers to share. A bond strengthened each day that you grew. With each little kick our love would renew. Then you arrived a bit earlier than expected. My joy overwhelming my sweet baby never neglected. A flip of a coin would decide your name. With either parent's choice, would you life be the same? And then you smiled as if you knew. Mitchell unfitting, but Dalton would do. You were quiet and sweet never in attention. Your desires kept silent a word you did not mention. Sly in your learning observation was the key. You'd learn from those brothers and be completely scold-free. Then five yrs later entered the most amazing thing. The love with your sister would make the coldest heart sing. One memorable day. A terrible fight. A gentle hand guiding you let your heart be your sight. We sat under the aspens delighting in the sound. "All is right with the world" the feeling profound. Your two older brothers going thier own, seperate way. Our bond was immeasurable "You're my boy." I'd always say. You love to run and build things with your hands. A strong perseverance delighting in our family's lands. Quiet times early morning we would start each day. Precious, treasured memories, i keep saftly tucked away. "Good bye my blue eyed angel." I'd say from the door. "I love you my brown eyed angel." The simple response. Nothing more. Our life together perfect each moment filled with love. Sharing secrets and dreams. This is what tales are made of. Then one sad day i fell apart. I left all I knew to begin a new start. I cried continually wishing you near. Not wanting to hurt you by seeing one single tear. You were happy at home with your life-long friends. I had to be unselfish But could our hearts comprehend? A message you sent me filled with sorrow and pain. Winter's cruel and dead, loving words were in vain. Your warm heart chilled Your attitude was crisper. You found solace and peace beneathe those aspens that whisper. Then one day covered in the blanket of snow peered a single green sprout her strength and belief just beginning to show. And you spied her there As you were walking along. Something distant but familiar A soothing, long forgotten song. "It's ok... baby boy." Enveloped by a comforting sway. You could almost feel me in some mysterious way. Tentative hope began our reconnection. Trust rebuilt My honest reflection. to discuss the bad some people would not choose. but without it in my life our character might lose. It makes me understand and happy to know it is but a moment in time and our love continues to still grow. It shows our human strength endurance charismatic love will prevail of this I'm emphatic. Each time I call you anxious to hear about your day. we talk and laugh and kid around until there's nothing left to say. Youv'e shared about. "The most amazing, fun cool day!" Water balloons and sunglasses even in cult you might pray. I cheer you on from the sidelines. Although they are not near. Hoping you'll improve your time knowing each second is precious and dear. I'm always there for you of this I'm sure you feel. You are my boy. I will never shirk from that deal. I'm grateful for the link between us, the bond that we share. Honest communication both open and fair. Each day you've grown into the man you are now. God's treasured gift to me, He so graciously endow. Cindy Taylor