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About Daniel Kemp

At the age of seventy-six, Daniel Kemp has started his second year of studying the science of Psychology at the Open University. He is a member of The Society of Authors and also a bestselling writer. However, in early September 2025, he was diagnosed with cancer. He is now in palliative care at home, being looked after by his ex-wife. When he was writing his novels, he enjoyed writing stories that appealed to those who liked challenging themselves to solve mysteries that were set out before their eyes, but they couldn't. His introduction to the world of espionage and mystery happened at an early age when his father was employed by the War Office in Whitehall, London, at the end of WWII. However, it wasn’t until after his father died that he showed any interest in anything other than himself! On leaving academia he took on many roles in his working life: a London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver, but never did he plan to become a writer. Nevertheless, after a road traffic incident left him suffering from PTSD and effectively—out of paid work for four years, he wrote and self-published his first novel —The Desolate Garden. Within three months of publication, that book was under a paid option to become a $30 million film. The option lasted for six years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company. All ten of his novels are now published by Next Chapter Publishing Company which has added an edition titled The Heirs And Descendants Collection, which holds all four books of that series, alongside an edition titled The Lies And Consequences Collection which contains all four volumes of that series. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication and described as—the new Graham Green—by a highly placed executive of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of book signing events. He has also appeared on 'live' television in the UK publicising his first novel. Less

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I am in the process of writing a 20,000 word novella. It is away from my normal style of stories, but contains a strong leaning towards the love of a man for a woman. The story opens with a self-obsessed, … Continue reading

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For the Rebirth of Romanticism.

Breathe deeply of my love. Be it all that you inhale. As the seeds of my passion Are blown on a thunderous gale. Feast heartedly on that love, Let it be all that you taste. Leave not one seed of … Continue reading

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The Suitcase.

The Suitcase. I beg that before you pack to leave, You follow these instructions; please. Place my passion in first, Then place it under the pillow of your bed. Wrap yourself in it when you are alone at night, And … Continue reading

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The Vagrant.

She sat in a doorway watching life pass her by, She wore a smile but wanted to cry. She had lost her child, her husband and home, Now she was living life all alone. At first she thought she was … Continue reading

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Eternal Love.

Cast your shadow over me. In your arms embrace me. Caress my body passionately. I give my heart unconditionally. When you’re alone; think kindly of me. Remember our nights; ardently. Read my words; lovingly. Then in your heart I remain; … Continue reading

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A Crying Gale.

Cry death doth the wind Speak loudly thy name Be proud of your calling Hide not in shame. Your presence is welcome By all who have grieved No fear lies within A soul so relieved. To a heart fading slowly … Continue reading

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Sex And Love.

Taken From The Novella WHY? A Night. ‘Cry out love.’ She screamed at me, as appetite was sated endlessly. All through the night she made her demands, with me complying to the passionate commands. This way, that way. I must … Continue reading

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I Am Me.

  Don’t label me with a name, Don’t label me by colour, I am me, I am no other. Don’t foster on me your bigotry, Nor peddle me your deception. I’ll live my life as it pleases me. Through my … Continue reading

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The Perils Of A Writer.

Beachy Head is a chalk headland in Southern England, close to the town of Eastbourne in the county of East Sussex. Mr Twister had a sister who now had another name. She was different from him, being tall and slim … Continue reading

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Art.

Locked within a labyrinth of thought, a sculptor chisels away.He nibbles and caresses, his image to emerge on display Locked within a resolute eye, a painter begins to start.He mixes and he blends his colours to appreciably show his art. … Continue reading

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