Tom Parker is about to lose everything, when he finds a legendary stone that unlocks his child-like imagination and takes him on a roller coaster ride toward success. As Tom prepares to make the presentation of his life, he realizes that the stone has been stolen. It's all or nothing as his team and the love of his life look on, hoping for a miracle!
It's important to me to get my stories to the public in memory of my parents and now my mother-in-law. They loved my stories and I believe that you will too! Here's information about me: Drew has been writing all of his life, or at least from the time he knew what words and stories could do. In second grade he was writing audio plays and now, many...many years later, he's still writing. He's written the Tokorel sci-fi series, which has received numerous accolades, great reviews and awards, and numerous other books both fantastic and original. He loves sci-fi and fantasy but he also writes non-fiction as well. He lives in Fort Collins, Colorado with his wonderful family and runs a video production company to pay the bills, in addition to working for the city Parks Department. He loves people, so feel free to Email him anytime if you have questions about his books or want to chat. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.
When I think about the head of a company, I typically think about a person in a business suit and very stiff. That's the way I grew up. In recent years, I've seen the heads of large companies becoming more loose and relaxed and it shows how successful a company can be when the leader can have a little fun! In this excerpt from "The Imagination Stone" (coming to internet shelves near you in October 2020) Tom, the head of an advertising firm is about to shock and surprise his team. He's gone from being way too serious to...take a look and see for yourself! This is sure to be one of the best feel good stories of the decade!
The Imagination Stone
Doni jumped up and ran to the back office. After a moment or two, she squealed loudly. Joe, Julie and Brett looked at each other and then ran back as well. As they crowded through the door, each one stood, mouths agape, staring in amazement. Tom’s floor was covered from wall to wall in blank paper. Blank paper was taped to the wall and ran about four feet up the side. Not a single spot was left uncovered. Piles of crayon boxes littered Tom’s desk and several piles of boxes were on the floor. Tom grabbed one box and opened it. He closed his eyes and sniffed the box. “I love that smell,” he said, eyes still closed. “I just can't get enough of it!” He opened his eyes and looked at the back of the box. “These boxes are so cool, too. They are made so that you can just keep coloring.” He turned the box around and pointed to a hole in the back, holding it up for everyone to see. “It’s got this little sharpener in the back in case your crayon gets too dull. Dull crayons are okay to color with, but the sharp ones are amazing, don’t you think so, Brett?”