John Derossett
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Exciting Changes: Introducing John DeRossett Publishing!
I’m happy to announce a new evolution in our journey! This all started as s small short story and poetry blog. It has grown to be bigger, where the audfience is cioncerned than I ever thought it would. For this, I thank my readers for theior incredible support. This brings us to my point. This website is evolving and we are going to transition it into John Derossett Publishing, an independent publishing company that is dedicated to bringing readers unique poetry and compelling stories. Don’t worry though. My beloved blog is not leaving this website. It will remain here as a section of…
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The Thanatos Chronicles: A Thrilling New Novel Explores the Edge of Humanity
Fans of high-stakes thrillers and dystopian drama have a reason to celebrate: Thanatos Chronicles, the much-anticipated new novel by [Your Name], is set to hit bookshelves soon. This gripping narrative plunges readers into a world teetering on the brink of collapse, offering a chilling exploration of survival, morality, and the fragile bonds that hold society together. At the heart of Thanatos Chronicles lies a deadly pandemic unlike anything humanity has ever faced. The Thanatos virus boasts a staggering 99% mortality rate, leaving behind a fragmented world where the few immune survivors struggle to rebuild their lives. Adding to the tension are the carriers—unwitting…
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Echoes of the Black Mist
The small town of Grayfell was a place where nothing ever happened. Tucked away in the crook of misty hills, it was a haven for retirees and hermits, a sanctuary for those seeking solace from the noise of the world. The most exciting event in recent memory had been the unveiling of a new clock at the town square—a clock whose ticks were now drowned out by the whispers of something sinister. It started with the mist. At first, it was unremarkable—Grayfell had always been cloaked in morning fog. But this mist didn’t fade with the rising sun. It lingered, thick and gray,…
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Ozark Critical Review
Critical Review of Ozark Netflix’s Ozark delivers a gripping, atmospheric exploration of crime, morality, and family dynamics in rural America. Created by Bill Dubuque and Mark Williams, the show captures the descent of Marty Byrde, a financial planner who, along with his family, becomes ensnared in the dangerous world of money laundering for a Mexican drug cartel. Led by Jason Bateman, who stars as Marty and also directs several episodes, and Laura Linney as his complex and fiercely resilient wife Wendy, the series has gained a reputation for its tense storytelling and bleak, stylistically stark visuals. Strong Performances and Character Development The cast…
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Veterans Day Message: A Letter of Unity, Resilience, and Honor
Fellow Service Members, Today, as we observe Veterans Day, I’m reaching out not just as a service member, but as a comrade who has stood side by side with you, sharing the same unwavering commitment, sense of duty, and pride in our mission. Veterans Day is a day that brings us together, uniting us under a shared bond that transcends ranks, branches, or time. Whether you’ve served for a few years or several decades, you are part of a legacy that has shaped history and will continue to do so. This day, above all, belongs to you and to every veteran who has…
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In Times Embrace
For My Dad – in Loving Memory of Johnny E. Derossett In quiet shadows, by his side,My father lay as memories cried,A decade lost in bitter strain,But love, like rivers, rose again. I held his hand, so frail and cold,Reclaiming warmth long left untold.In silence deep, our gazes met,Where words had faltered, hearts were set. The years dissolved like morning mist,In his tired eyes, I found the twist—Regret and love, entwined as one,Our wounds both healing, nearly done. He whispered softly, “Son, I know—”And in those words, forgiveness flowed.The hurt, the pride, both slipped away,As death drew near the break of day. Now…
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My Opinion on Donald Dump Trump
We have a convicted felon running for President of the United States. The guy surrounds himself with MORONS. His choice for vice president is a Weirdo MORON who has magically changed his viewpoint to align with those of Donald Trump to be selected for vice president. These two alone are enough to destroy the country. Now let’s add Mike Johnson, who is already the house speaker. They are already establishing plans to mess with the election results should Trump lose, and they have publicly announced the cancelation of the Affordable Care Act should Trump be elected, even though Donald Trump has no plan…
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The Lufthansa Heist: One of the Most Audacious Crimes in American History
On December 11, 1978, in the early hours of a bitter winter morning, one of the most legendary crimes in U.S. history unfolded at John F. Kennedy International Airport (JFK) in New York City. Known as the Lufthansa Heist, it involved the theft of over $5 million in cash and nearly $1 million in jewelry from the German airline’s cargo facility. Adjusted for inflation, the stolen amount would be worth more than $24 million today. What made this heist unforgettable wasn’t just the scale of the theft, but the intricate planning, the betrayal, and the violent aftermath that followed. The crime has been…
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The Last Goodbye
I wrote this story just after my dad passed away. I continue to miss him. It was a typical autumn morning when Sarah’s phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and saw it was the hospital. Her heart skipped a beat. The doctors had said her father’s condition was stable the night before, but something in her gut told her the news wouldn’t be good. She answered with a shaky, “Hello?” The voice on the other end was calm, too calm. “Ms. Whitman, I’m sorry to inform you—your father passed away early this morning.” The words hit Sarah like a tidal wave.…
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Through the Seasons
Maya sat by the window, staring out at the rain tapping rhythmically against the glass. Her thoughts drifted, as they often did, to Lucas. It had been six months since they’d last spoken, but she could still feel his presence everywhere. It was as if he had woven himself into the fabric of her life, even though he was no longer a part of it. They had met one summer, a time when the world seemed alive with possibility. She had been working at a small café near the harbor, spending her days serving iced coffees to tourists and locals alike. One afternoon,…