Dead, dead, dead. Say it enough times and it becomes just another word.
What would you do? Could you kill a killer? Does the death of one appease the deaths of a hundred? What about that hundred against a thousand?
What if you had no choice?
Meet Sin. No, not that sort of sin, but Sin, crazy as a loon (you ask Sister Moon), and proud of it. Sin locks himself away in a mental home and, every so often, gets violent. That’s only so they’ll give him those nice drugs, though. The ones that help him forget.
It’s a pity they don’t work.
Sin, you see, has a serious problem. Well, it’s not so much his problem, as ours – yours, mine and everyone else’s. People die around him. He doesn’t like it and there’s nothing he can do. But someone else knows, and Sin has to stop them… and himself…
Flip and catch…
Sin began life, almost ten years ago, as a short story. It had the prerequisite beginning, middle and end, and that was that. Or so I thought.
Sin, it seemed, was a part of me. He wouldn’t stay quiet and insisted on speaking his mind – something he does tend to do quite a bit in his book. When the book was finally finished, after a marathon writing session on the banks of the Nile in Luxor, I thought he was finally put to bed. So much of myself – random thoughts, feelings and experiences, were woven into his story, he felt like a decade long therapy session.
But he still refuses to stay down, and now writes his blog from within the asylum (the book following what happens after he has escaped). Scroll down to read the diaries of a madman.
Praise for Sin
“Get ready for a strange and exciting ride on the rollercoaster that is Sin.”
“Shaun Allan spins an excellent tale. A solid 5 star read.”
“A masterpiece of genuine creativity!”
“Wow this book takes you on a rocking ride! If you are a fan of Alfred Hitchcock or Stephen King, then this is right up your alley. A psychological thriller, it will keep you guessing until the very end.”
“I stayed up until 2am because I couldn’t put it down!”
“One of the best books I’ve ever read.”
Diaries of a Madman…
It’s never lonely in the asylum. Sometime’s it’s hard to get a moments peace. But then I’m not a fan of being left alone with my thoughts…
Grab yourself a jacket that lets you hug yourself and find a soft wall to bounce off. Join me and let me introduce you to some of my fellow residents.
Yo-diidly-ho! Sin-sin-siree at your service. ‘Tis a while since we last spoke, for which I’m eternally sorry. Well, at least until the end of this visit, anywho. I keep trying to pop up now and again, but that Shaun Allan fella-me-lad has his head in mermaids at...read more
Good evening, Sin here. Well, it’s evening where I am? It quite possibly isn’t where you are. Time is playing yo-yo with all our lives and tossing time zones about for us to scramble at like children to the outpoured guts of a piñata. Anywho. I had a wee visit...read more
Zoe arrived on a Thursday. It was early afternoon, maybe a little after 1pm. We’d had our delightful serving of slop-a-doodle-dandy washed down by a lightly chilled, full bodied, vin de pigswill and were relaxing in the conservatory. For conservatory, read...read more
Hi, Sin here. Today I’m joined by Belinda, someone my author, Shaun, met something like four years ago. She thinks I’m cheeky. I can’t think why. Hi Belinda. What’s your name? Now, I realise I just said your name but, well… erm… introduce yourself… My name is...read more
"Take me with you." "I can't. You know that." "But you know you can't leave me here." I sighed and stared at my feet. My toes stretched and clenched in my shoes, a dance which held my attention, diverting it from the matter at hand. A dilemma, one where I knew she...read more
Yo, yo, YO! I bet you thought I’d been carted off to the funny farm, didn’t you? Well, strangely enough… no. Let’s not go there. Let’s not spoil a wonderful February day when I’ve got the delightful Carlie Cullen sneaking into the asylum to spend some time with...read more
Today is a fuzzy headed day. I feel like the thoughts in my head are a whirlwind of black birds (not necessarily blackbirds or even crows) spinning in a giant vortex, lifting up high till an errant thought tips the precarious balance and they're dashed against the...read more
Hi everyone. I'm Shaun Allan and I'm an author from Grimsby in the UK. I've written for most of my life (I couldn't hold a pen in the early days) and have penned a variety of stories, ranging from science fiction to horror to humour to children's. I've also written...read more
Plan your book? Plan? Hold on while I look that up in the dictionary… Hmmm… I can’t say that applies to me. Perhaps I should plan my books, but I just can’t. If I try to, I end up feeling the writing is forced. Usually, I have no idea where a book or story is...read more