Author Archives: Danny Kemp

About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.

The Hope Of Hope: Part Four

Never allow the Devil to undervalue you Suddenly Belief recovered and dragged Faith to his feet. “Come,” he said. “We must go find Hope and Will. But we must be discreet! “But aren’t they both dead?” Faith uttered in surprise … Continue reading

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The Hope Of Hope: Part Three

As the death bell of the apocalypse sounded noisily above life’s trembling tree!   Pain sat in the room waiting for his friends to arrive. He carried no antibodies as he knew how to survive. Despair was an ally but … Continue reading

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Cemeteries Are Full Of Bodies That Despair Has Enslaved

Following on from The Hope Of Hope. Now Hope had joined the others and forward they did stride But their mission seemed impossible as access was denied. Minds had been infected by the forces of evil and dark. The Devil … Continue reading

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The Hope Of Hope

THE HOPE OF HOPE Hope got lost when he was very young Faith was waiting but he just wouldn’t come. Will came instead and with Faith made a team They don’t say very much, but what they do say they … Continue reading

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The Shade Of A Tree

If you lay me beneath a tree Then the seasons I’ll watch come and go. The birds will nestle merrily And serenade me as I sleep below. Choose a tree that’s full and tall So in it is shade I … Continue reading

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My First Days As A Public House Landlord

The first pub I took as a tenant of Courage Brewery was in the picturesque village of Headcorn in the Weald of Kent. It was a run-down establishment, commercially just surviving. I was in my early thirties, as fit as … Continue reading

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Walking On Graves

The graves with no voices that cannot respond. Continue reading

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The Night Santa Was In Trouble

Santa Claus was in trouble. He’d lost a sack and he was in disgrace. He was slithering down a chimney When a child recognised his face! Without thinking, the child asked his hero. “Is the whole sack for me?” Sadly … Continue reading

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If Christmas Was Not Just Once a Year

To not live alone and be apart To welcome love and share a heart To take a blow without complaint To offer peace without constraint To be pure when morals scream To only see beauty in all you dream * … Continue reading

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Cheryl Holloway

Cheryl Holloway’s interview   This kind lady interviewed me and the result is on her blog. Title: The Secret and The Secret Lies Where No One Belongs: A Supplement to The Secret Genre: Mystery/Thriller/Suspense/Terrorism Synopsis: What does an armed robbery … Continue reading

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