Writer Leonard Rich

     Mandy looked at her hand, not her hand, but a child’s hand, she was eleven again. She was alone in her pajamas, she was standing against the wall in her apartment bedroom in the present, dark, low light, then the door open, fear, fear, fear, she sees her uncle walked in her room starring at a sleeping child in a small bed, her bed. Confused, her uncle walked over to the bed, suddenly reaching out and took hold of her tiny throat. Mandy’s eyes widen, her mind screamed, her soul gasped for breath, then as if she was not there, she opened her eyes to see her uncle above her, chocking her, she couldn’t screamed, but her mind yelled, ‘WAKE UP!’       Mandy raised from her bed, not screaming but gasping for air, coughs and rolls over trying to breathe. She felt someone stirring in bed, she recognized the shadow, her lover, and she was here by her side asleep. Mandy slide out of bed onto the floor catching her breath, her dream was so real, it was lik...

I even wrote a book of poems. Poetry of Love and Lost.                                                        The Journey to Love and Pain      I lay my wings back sitting at the tip of the mountain cliff watching life fade away, the Sun light dims in the horizon and darkness creeps from the shadows, hope is hoping for another day to bring joy that we lose when we look away from the light.      Love is a word with many meanings, but one meaning holds true weight that can make or break anyone's heart. The heart is the muscle that bears the burden of lost love and at the same time is filled with the strength of many horses with the power of true love.      There is a saying, "To be loved brings pain no matter if it is good or bad, but to unloved is to be in purgatory." There is a fine l...

Here is my horror short story book.  Darkness lurks in the shadows, the corner of an eye, in place a person would never expect, a choice that will take your life. So, be warned, a pathway is never clear, just the beginning of the story that can lead to the light and lead into darkness. Here are eight stories of simple people wanting to see the light of their choices in hoping for a better end, but darkness is always lurking down those pathways. No one knows what’s awaits them at the end of such path, but in the end, its all about free will and making the right choice to lead a person away from the darkness. Buy at: http://www.lulu.com/shop/leonard-rich/pathways-into-darkness/paperback/product-23733442.html https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/pathways-into-darkness-leonard-rich/1129181906?ean=9781387972951 https://www.amazon.com/Pathways-Into-Darkness-Rich/dp/1387972952/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=pathways+into+darkness&qid=1549835328&s=books&sr=1-2-catcor...

     People try to figure out what life is all about or try to find the answer to life. So, they ask, "What is the purpose of our life?" or "Why am I here?" These are just a few of the questions in the understanding of life. Many people had claimed they know the answers, but it is a self-learning experience that a person must understand on their own. The answer to life is different with all people and no answer is right or wrong. So, people must begin their journey in life down the paths of life and darkness.      There are many paths a person can take, good or bad, it is up to taking chances. A person has a choice, but the rules of the path are never clear. People must begin their journey down the paths of the unknown. A person must see the paths as if their life depends on them, for the paths are life, are choices, which takes a person in multitude of directions.      Along these paths there are many turns, different directions, a...

Silence I hear the silence, I hear the quiet, the mouth is moving, but no sound, the light fades in the middle of the day, the Sun grows cold, I'm afraid, but wait, there is a light and there is a voice, the voice echoes, "It is not your time, wakeup, wakeup, WAKEUP!" The room brightens, and sounds return, my heart beats, my lungs fill with air, and all I can say is "I am awake."

Leonard Rich: My true love is writing. The words draw a picture and the story sends a person on a journey of imagination and discovery. Born March of 1971, born in the country and lives in the city of Charlotte, North Carolina, I travel in my minds eye to create new ideas and new stories to open whole new worlds His love for writing started in high school when his mother gave him a notebook to start the first steps into becoming a writer, plus a wife telling me to stop talking about stories and start writing them down. e-mail: leonardrich71@yahoo.com Website: Coming soon