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I Was a Teenage Psychic: Stories

A tattoo that connects its users to a super-mind. An endlessly repeating message from a parallel universe. A high school student who only tells truths that no one wants to hear.

These are just some of the people, places, and situations explored in A.O. Monk’s newest short story collection, I Was a Teenage Psychic. Featuring four horror and dark fantasy stories that will keep you guessing until the end.

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I Am Not Thirteen

Yesterday, Amy was about to turn twenty-six. She didn’t have much: a decent job, too much student debt, an ex she couldn’t quite get over. Today, that’s all gone. Today is Amy’s birthday—her thirteenth birthday—and the first day of seventh grade. Her entire adult life vanished overnight.

Amy doesn’t know how she got here or how she can get back. If she can get back. If she confides in the wrong person, she could be ridiculed, bullied, committed, even killed. So how can she tell the wrong person from the right one?

On top of all this, Amy has to survive middle school, again. All the bullies, mean girls, belittling teachers, and hormone-crazed hellions are still there. Every cutting comment hurts just as much the second time around. And what’s the story with that strange snake symbol she sees everywhere, or the guy who seems to know way more about her than he’s willing to tell?

I Am Not Thirteen is an intense, and devastating, supernatural thriller that will keep you hooked until the very last page.

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Endless Holiday

It’s always midnight at the hotel. The music never stops, the dance goes on forever, every drink is on the house. Stay as long as you like, leave any time, but you’ll never get a room. No one does.

The hotel isn’t much––the paint’s peeling off the walls, the elevator malfunctions, the noise is endless, there’s no food––but it’s all there is. There’s one escape, but no one takes it. Not if they have a choice.

This short story follows a brief moment in one person’s life at this mysterious hotel.

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Hello! My (pen) name is A.O. Monk. I like to write high-concept thrillers and suspense novels. “High-concept” means the book’s premise can be summed up in a few sentences or less. Think “Jaws with paws.” I’m not actually working on Jaws with paws, though. Not yet…

I’ve been telling stories since before I could read or write. It’s something I always come back to, no matter where I am in life or what’s going on in the world. I’m fortunate to be able to write these stories, publish them, and share them with you.


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