Travis Adams Irish

Isiah's Skirmish Travis Adams Irish

Publisher Marketing: Do you like gripping thrillers? Are you fascinated by stories that force characters to make hard decisions? A young man from Israel, an ally of the United States, finds himself wanting to help the homeless in America. Despite his good intentions, he crosses paths with some enraged criminals, and his life becomes a chaotic nightmare. Although he is trying to shrug off his Grandfather's traditional religious roots, he finds himself pursued by Homeland Security. Beyond this, his friends are suffering at the hands of a ruthless, career criminal. For a not to be missed, thrilling experience, order a copy today! Synopsis: A wounded mind and disturbed soul are writing journal entries that describe violent acts of passion. Who is writing these journal entries? Isiah and his friends start down a dark, adventurous path. What will become of them with so many players who love carnage? Deals are made with dark figures and lines are hastily drawn. When fate spins the wheel, who will come out on top, and who will pay the price? The disturbed soul is yet to be discovered and time grows shorter. Everyone is faced with serious dilemmas that cast foreboding shadows over their futures. Lives are forever changed as sinister revelations are exposed and those involved feel themselves compressed by unstoppable forces. As desperate decisions allow ruthless masters to impose their will, enemies are raised to the ground, and the innocence of youth is shed as the predatory nature of the world bares its horrid teeth... Contributor Bio:  Irish, Travis Adams I'd rather not bore you with the typical biography. I was born... I got older and uglier. My most significant struggles have had to do with occasional battles against madness, and the diligence that it takes to remain grounded in a sometimes shockingly callous society. At age nineteen, I ventured out into the world; a troubled young man with obsessive-compulsive habits, a wrath of god temper, and a skewed sense of judgment, completely devoid of objectivity. It goes without saying that the world had to give me a fairly rough beating to help me find my more humble roots. At age twenty-one, I broke both of my hands within six months due to outbursts of anger. It wasn't until I became estranged from my family that this temper began to subside. During that same time in my life, I liked to binge drink, and sometimes found myself in odd situations. I left a party one night...forgetting that I was still wearing a toga. At another party, I sat down on a fish tank that belonged to someone with whom I wasn't personally acquainted. Another night I found myself driving at 110 miles an hour on the highway at 1:30 am, screaming, "There are no [insert expletive here] cops in this town!" I can literally watch the joker sticking his head out the window in a scene from the film The Dark Knight, and say, "I remember what that feels like." While these are not shining staples in my history, I did promise you honesty, and that is what I have delivered. As for my writing, I have spent many late nights bleeding my pain into thousands of pages. Sometimes the pen is almost an extension of the veins in your arms, and you simply inject every horrifying, lonely moment into that otherwise blank, white background. You then find yourself reading an editorial review which states that your work was disturbing and cruel, and have to ask yourself if it was that bad...when you experienced it in real life. Although there are some dark shadows in my past, they are not beyond repair, and I feel fortunate that people are willing to give me the opportunity to entertain them. I suppose that for an artist there is nothing greater than knowing that your work hit the mark - except perhaps, that it changed the life of some poor soul. If that can happen, even one time, then all of those hundreds of hours at the keyboard were well worth the effort. Best, -Irish.