Across The Fallen Spruce

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Chad Al Sauve, Jun 12, 2019 - Fiction - 86 pages

Chet Dangly was lost in a world of desperation, hiking up a mountainside with his wife and two daughters. His desperation came from a secret that he was keeping from them, having lost his job and fearing inadequacy, losing his crown of king of the household. But it was on this hike that his fortune would change, when he and his family discovered an entirely new world across a certain fallen spruce. He devised a plan and confided in friends over family, which just might have been the biggest mistake he would ever make, leading him down a sinister path that ended in darkness, regret and much tragedy.

About the author (2019)

Chad Sauve was born in 1984 in North Bay, Ontario. In 1993, he was in a serious car accident and suffered severe, nearly fatal, brain damage. He was in a coma for two weeks and when he came to, with wires in his head and tubes up his nose, he couldn't walk, talk, and was paralyzed on his right side. It took many months of therapy -physio, speech and occupational-, but he learned to walk again, talk again and move his right side, however, his right side was and will always be much weaker than his left which has now become dominate. As much of an ordeal as his brain injury was, with it came his ability to write as prolifically as he does. Before the injury, he would never have had the patience to sit for four hours at a time writing on his computer. He started writing songs lyrics when he was 10 years old, a year after the accident. They had titles like, I'm in Love, I Dream of You. I want You, I Care for You, I Miss You, and of course, I need You, and they all pretty much had the same lyrics but with different titles. As he got older, his song writing improved but, still he just wrote songs. Until one day, when he approached his mother with an idea. It wasn't an idea for a song or a novel, it was just an idea, something he wished he could have made a reality. His mother asked if he was planning to turn that into a novel and he said that he didn't know. She told him that either he turned it into a novel or she would. So, he set out to write a novel and for his very first novel(unpublished, of course)it wasn't half bad. After that, writing became his breath and nourishment, both vital in his survival. From that day forward, few days have gone by where he didn't sit down in front of his computer and write words for a novel, short story or poem.

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