Hello everybody,

My name is Douglas Roach. I am a disabled, stroke survivor that discovered the joy of writing through my recovery. I have just finish my first fiction novel that was been accepted by Dorrance Publishing Co. This is a turning point in my life and I am excited to experience. I know if life is looking up why do I need money funded from you? I get $941.00 a month on a fixed income from SSI. I would love to make that a thing of the past and start writing fulltime and this is why I am asking for you help. Any amount of donation would be a Blessing. 

Below is my full disclosure

Acceptance letter: 

My costs:

A small part of my novel:

Title: The Shadow's Edge

 
"With every story there is a start point and a end point, everything in-between is grey."

 
The city of Ravenswood was shrouded in perpetual twilight, its towering skyscrapers casting long shadows over the narrow, winding streets below. The air was thick with the scent of rain and gasoline, and the distant hum of traffic created an uneasy backdrop to the unfolding drama.

 
Detective Jane Harper had seen her fair share of mysteries, but nothing quite like this. A string of disappearances had plagued the city for months, each victim vanishing without a trace. The only commonality was a single, cryptic note left behind: "The Shadow knows."

Jane stood in the dimly lit alleyway where the latest victim had last been seen. She scanned the area, her keen eyes missing nothing. There was something unsettling about this case, something that gnawed at the edges of her mind. She pulled her trench coat tighter against the chill and headed back to her car, the feeling of being watched never quite leaving her.

 
Back at the precinct, Jane pored over the files, searching for any clue that might link the victims. As she studied the notes, a pattern began to emerge. Each note had been left at a location significant to the victim's past. It was as if the perpetrator knew them intimately, understood their fears and secrets.

 
The next day, Jane received an anonymous tip directing her to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The message was clear: "Come alone if you want answers." Ignoring protocol, Jane decided to follow the lead. She couldn't shake the feeling that this was her best chance to crack the case.

 
The warehouse loomed ahead, a monolithic structure cloaked in darkness. Jane approached cautiously, her hand hovering near her holstered weapon. Inside, the air was stale and thick with dust. Shafts of moonlight pierced through broken windows, casting eerie shadows on the floor.

 
As Jane moved deeper into the building, she heard a faint whisper. She spun around, her flashlight cutting through the gloom, but saw nothing. The whisper grew louder, more insistent, leading her to a room at the far end of the warehouse.

 
Inside, she found a wall covered in photographs and newspaper clippings. Each one was meticulously arranged, detailing the lives of the missing individuals. In the center was a photo of Jane herself, a red circle drawn around her face.

 
A cold shiver ran down her spine. Before she could react, the door slammed shut behind her. She spun around to see a figure emerging from the shadows, their face obscured by a hood.
 

Thank You All, for your Consideration,

D.J. Roach