Chris McClelland, multiple award-winning short story writer and novelist

  This week marks the 10th Anniversary of my releasing my first novel.  It has been a long time, and now I am coming close to releasing a second historical novel, in which Brigham Fratelli's uncle plays a key role.  For now, I am making copies available for FREE for a very limited time, From 9-24 to 9-29.  If you have never read it, now would be a great time to take advantage of this opportunity... click https://www.amazon.com/portal/ customer-reviews/B01M1GYM9U/ ref=cm_cr_dp_d_show_all_top?_ encoding=UTF8&ie=UTF8& reviewerType=all_reviews Anyone interested in reviewing Contrition, my latest novel, please contact me here: provocanyonreview@gmail.com

  Charlie Kirk Poem (Sadness) By Chris McClelland   His name meant “church” in Scottish, Oddly enough for the man who stood for God and Country, Faith and Family, Pick your sound bite.   He was killed literally in my backyard, Little old Orem, Utah, Family Town, USA. He maybe thought, that September day, “How unseasonably hot, for the Mountain West,” as he was struck down.   Leaving forever unanswered larger questions and dying dreams. Down the highway, they called it, DOA, And closed a too brief chapter, A historical footnote. A very small ER in a small suburban hospital Growing, now, on the move, new buildings going up everywhere. While all the Talking Heads fight tooth and nail, Left and Right Extreme, I recall Donne’s words: “any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde, And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.”  

  The air here in central Utah has a crisp bite to it these days, just a hint of chill and freshets of breeze  heralding cooler air ahead. Autumn is definitely promising to arrive soon. And here in my home in Utah  the Provo Canyon’s leaves are turning brilliant shades of yellow, red, and rust. And I continue to make progress on the final edits of Contrition.  The development of two nearly supernatural characters, I hope, bring an other-worldly flavor, where Hyrum is literally visited by an angel and a demon. Not in the stereotypical way. But both  of these antagonistic characters speak to the struggle within him as a thinking, feeling spiritual man. My religion believes, like many Christian faiths, that men and women have an animal nature that keeps them bound to earthly impulses, and a more elevated self draws them closer to God and more brotherly love. This book concerns itself also with how to deal within a world where bloodlust is ritually encouraged and ch...