M.O. LeClair
Bio
'Concrete Jungle' (#Novel) by M.O. LeClair: www.amazon.ca/dp/B09FG7SKXR
'Sidewalk High' (#Novel) by M.O. LeClair: www.amazon.ca/dp/B0CVFSYL3L
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(Both audiobooks released June, 2024)
Stories (13/0)
The Story of Abigail Adelaide
I'm tired and it's raining hard. The road ahead is so foggy I can barely see it. It feels like I've been on highway forty-eight forever. My eyelids felt like they weighed a ton and my head started to fall toward the steering wheel. Been mostly me and my little red car out on the road tonight and it's late, extremely late. What a long day its been.
By M.O. LeClair2 years ago in Fiction
Concrete Jungle - Want More?
If you love what you have read of 'Concrete Jungle' so far (the Prologue - Lions, Tigers & Bears, right through Chapter Six - The Scorpion Says), and you would like to continue to read more from my debut suspense/thriller novel, you can do so by placing your pre-order now on Amazon.
By M.O. LeClair3 years ago in Geeks
Concrete Jungle - Lions & Spiders & Bears
Billy. Everything was always about Billy. I sit in my room, listening to Ma make airplane noises as she feeds Billy. I feel annoyed. I never got airplane noises. There isn't a spoon swirling about in front of my face. 'Shut up and eat your damn dinner, Bobby!' That's what I get. I'm firstborn, yet they name Billy after Pa? Who'd wanna be named after that prick, anyway?
By M.O. LeClair3 years ago in Horror
Concrete Jungle - The Scorpion Says
He will come for me if I speak. I just know it. But Nylah, she's so lovely. She says she's on my side and that she'll help me with anything. I want to believe her so badly, but I can't. I can't. He will kill her too. Then that will be my fault for bringing her in. If I speak to her, I'll be putting her in danger, also. My face is getting red. I can feel it. I start seeing little white stars flash before my eyes. I need to relax and think. What should I do? No one believes me that he is still alive. I know he is. I've seen him late at night, and he watches me. He sees everything, and he'll see me talk. He's been here, and he already threatened me. He tried to kill me.
By M.O. LeClair3 years ago in Horror
Concrete Jungle - The Wise Old Owl
The night goes much as I expect, same shit, different asshole. After that horrible Hallowe'en party that I want nothing more than to forget, I haven't been myself. I feel so awful for just abandoning Malachi there, but how can I tell him what happened when I'm not even sure? He's going to kill Ducas. I want to kill Ducas, too, and his friends. From what I do remember, they just stood around, watching. How can people be so cruel? What happened to me?
By M.O. LeClair3 years ago in Horror
Concrete Jungle - Snake In The Grass
Where's she going? I sit and wonder. Man, does she ever smell good. The train shakes me, and I fall into the person next to me. I wonder if she would talk to me if I tried to talk to her? No. Probably not. Bitches like her never speak to me. I can't let her get Billy boy to talk. He knows better than to say anything, but what if? I wouldn't want to kill her. But I will if I have to. Same with the little distraction back at my place. She will be the shiny thing I wave at Detective Eastdale. Watch the right hand, not the left, Detective. Oh my fuck. Her perfume. It's mesmerizing. It throws me off track. Think Ducas. Think. How can I stop her? I still have quite a way until my stop. I'm on my way to the hospital to 'check-up' on Billy boy. I have to make sure that he is still complying with all that he should be.
By M.O. LeClair3 years ago in Criminal
Concrete Jungle - Cocoons & Butterflies
I Slam my hand on the snooze button so hard it hurt. I wish that a bomb would hit my apartment. Not really. That's just what I felt like happening right now. I open one eye and peer out from within my deep slumber. No. No bomb. No bomb only means one thing. I've got to get up for work. It could be worse. I could be unemployed, living in a cardboard box under a bridge. This job's better than most I've had. I've kept it the longest, so that means something.
By M.O. LeClair3 years ago in Humans
Living On The Borderline.
Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) is a disorder that has a long series of long-term patterns, unstable emotions and bad feelings. It involves inner experiences that cause impulsiveness. Relationships will suffer. It is often confused with Bipolar Disorder or Intermittent Explosive Disorder. A personality pattern is shown over time, and it goes through three stages; these stages may take months or years to cycle through—the personality swings from one stage to the next. An identity crisis may also be present.
By M.O. LeClair3 years ago in Psyche
