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Susan K. Droney

Susan K. Droney has many novels, short stories and magazine articles to her credit.  Raised in western New York, she now resides in New Jersey.  She has two daughters and a grandson. 

Angel's New Friends

Written By: Susan K. Droney
Published By: Devine Destinies

The first story in The Adventures Of Angel introduces the new friends Angel, a curious bunny, meets when she goes...
The first story in The Adventures Of Angel introduces the new friends Angel, a curious bunny, meets when she goes exploring into the forbidden forest, ocean and farm in search of new friends. This delightful children story is illustrated.
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Written By: Susan K. Droney
Published By: Devine Destinies
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When a young man controlled by a domineering mother is released from a court-ordered two-year stay in a psychiatri...

“I’ll give you your release instructions on your final visit. I’ve already gone over most of it with you. Take your medication as prescribed and report as scheduled to your outpatient counseling sessions.” Dr. Gilbert Simpson shifted his heavy body in his large well-worn, stiff wooden chair, as he looked hard at the twenty-eight year old, dirty, blond-haired, blue-eyed, husky, square-jawed man sitting across from him. There was no doubt in his mind that Jackson Bridges was deeply disturbed.

Jackson eyed the doctor coldly. He shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. “You don’t like me. I could tell from the first day I met you.” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “That’s okay because the feeling’s mutual, Doc.”

Simpson kept quiet as he studied him. Without the proper daily supervision and medication the hospital gave him, he would snap again. It was only a matter of time. However, once Bridges completed his court-ordered outpatient counseling, the doctor couldn’t force him to continue treatment. Bridges, according to the justice system, would have fulfilled all obligations of his court-ordered sentence. A sentence Gil Simpson thought he should have extended, but his hands were tied. The courts made the rules, not him. Only if Jackson had demonstrated violent tendencies while institutionalized, would the courts consider extending his sentence. He hadn’t and it was because of being properly medicated. Once off the medication, Gil Simpson could only imagine the violence the young man could unleash if provoked.

Jackson leaned closer. “Why don’t you ever say what you really think? Just once I want you to look me in the eye and tell me what you think and not what your damned books tell you to think.” He swept his hand toward the floor to ceiling bookcase crammed with textbooks and journals. He shook his head in disgust. “How can you stand to work cooped up in this dump day in and day out?” His eyes surveyed the rest of the small office.

There was little furniture in the space. Besides the bookcase, there was a large heavily marred desk, the wooden chair Simpson was seated in, and two vinyl-coated chairs, which sat in front of the desk. A row of filing cabinets lined one dull gray wall. A small window with bars let in little light since it faced a small alleyway, which connected at one end to the main part of the building.

Jackson looked toward the window, then back to the doctor. “Nice view,” he scoffed. “You’d think they’d at least give you a decent office.”

Simpson rubbed his chin. “I’m used to it.” He looked evenly at Bridges as he removed his reading glasses.

Jackson laughed a hollow chortle devoid of any emotion. “It must really **** you off.” He cocked an eyebrow, his blue eyes slanting. “My nose has been clean in here. I did my time. You can’t keep me locked up in here and that’s eating at you. I can see that by the way you look at me. You wanted to find a reason to keep me locked up, but you couldn’t.”

“I won’t be seeing you again until our final session.” He watched Bridges, expecting him to leave. When several seconds had passed and Bridges made no effort to vacate the office, Simpson frowned. “Obviously you have something more on your mind.”

Jackson’s jaw tightened. “All that mumbo jumbo and those fancy diplomas hanging on the walls don’t mean a damned thing.” He removed his hands from his pockets and pointed a finger at the doctor. “Nobody can really get inside somebody’s head. They can try, but they can never know everything in there.” He placed his hands palms down on the edge of the doctor’s desk and glared at the older salt and pepper haired man. “You never believed me even after I told you everything on what that bitch put me through. That constant nagging would drive any sane person over the edge.” His eyes slanted. “You never acted like you believed a word I said.”

Simpson casually leaned back in his chair silently observing him.

“Zoey always brought out the worst in me. I lost it that day. You tried to get in my head, but I still couldn’t remember much about that day. You kept trying to get me to remember something I couldn’t.” He exhaled loudly. “I don’t remember anything except that Zoey kept nagging at me more than usual and wouldn’t stop. I blanked out after that.”

Simpson’s forehead creased. “She was brutally beaten. You’ve said you don’t remember doing it.”

“Everybody else said I did it, but I don’t remember touching her. What does it matter now anyway? She lived.”

When a young man controlled by a domineering mother is released from a court-ordered two-year stay in a psychiatric hospital, he becomes preoccupied with the woman he blames for putting him there in the first place.

Jackson Bridges, released from a court-ordered, two-year stay at a psychiatric hospital for a brutal attack on his wife, blames his ex-wife Zoey’s mother for putting him there in the first place. His own domineering mother who controls every aspect of his and his two older brothers’ lives compounds his bitterness.
Christine Westmiller has spent the past two years taking care of her daughter Zoey who fell into a coma after a brutal attack by her husband Jackson Bridges. When she learns that her former son-in-law has been released from the psychiatric hospital, she is bitter and has trouble coping with her emotions.
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Squeaky Squirrel

Written By: Susan K. Droney
Published By: Devine Destinies

Squeaky Squirrel is a shy little squirrel with a squeaky voice. He fears most everything, especially change. He do...

Deep in the forest, a little squirrel named Squeaky lived with his mother and father, older brother, Sam, and twin sisters, Jenny and Julie. Actually, Squeaky’s real name was Simon, but he’d been nicknamed Squeaky because every time he talked, his voice made squeaky sounds.
All through the long summer days, Squeaky and his brother and sisters frolicked and swung back and forth from tree to tree as they chased one another in a game of tag. Squeaky loved summertime best of all and wished it would last forever, but when he felt the first nip in the gentle winds that blew through the trees, he knew that it would soon be time to go back to school. He didn’t mind school. He’d just rather be playing in the forest all day.
On school nights, mother called them in early to their cozy home in the trunk of the tree. Then after their bedtime story, they burrowed down in their beds as the cold winds blew throughout the night.
Every morning Squeaky went off to school with his brother and sisters, and they raced each other down the long dusty path until they reached the school. Squeaky loved looking at the picture books, especially the ones that showed pictures of the forest.
He was a happy and contented squirrel until one day a new student was introduced to the class. Her name was Sally, but she didn’t look like the other girl squirrels he knew. And she didn’t look like his sisters. Sally was beautiful. Her coat was shiny, reddish brown, and she had the bushiest tail he’d ever seen. Squeaky wished he could find the courage to talk to her, but every time he opened his mouth, all that came out were squeaks.
Every night when the lights went out, Squeaky asked his brother all sorts of questions. Sam liked a pretty gray squirrel named Jessi and as the school year wore on, Sam spent less time with Squeaky and his sisters and more time with Jessi. Pretty soon Sam even stopped playing tag altogether and instead spent a lot of time in front of the mirror, grooming himself.

Squeaky Squirrel is a shy little squirrel with a squeaky voice. He fears most everything, especially change. He doubts he'll ever want to leave his family, but knows that the day will come when he'll be expected to leave his home to start his own family. When he meets Sally Squirrel he learns that what is most important is being liked for who you are on the inside.
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The Adventues of Angel

Written By: Susan K. Droney
Published By: Devine Destinies

Eight delightful stories about a curious little bunny named Angel. Angel's New Friends – Angel goes...

Angel rubbed her eyes and scampered over to the lettuce patch. She munched happily for a few seconds, then played a game of tag with Butterfly, hopping up and down the rows of lettuce. “I’m hungry, Butterfly.” Butterfly flittered above her, then gently landed on her back. Angel loved giving Butterfly rides. She hopped over to her brother and sister. She gently nudged them. “Time to wake up, brother! Time to wake up, sister!” she called.

“Angel, go to sleep,” her mother yawned as Angel’s brother and sister nestled closer to her.

Angel shrugged. Everyday was the same thing. No one wanted to play. All they wanted to do was sleep. Mommy always told her to act like a good little bunny and gave her so many rules to follow, like staying away from the forest and ocean animals. She sighed, remembering the few times she had hopped to the edge of the forest. It was dark in there, but she wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t afraid of anything. She wanted to explore, but she was never to leave the garden, especially not without Mommy.

“What are you going to do today?” Butterfly asked.

Angel wrinkled her nose. “I’m going to find some new friends to play with!” she announced as she hopped away.

“No, you can’t!” Butterfly warned, nervously flying around Angel in circles.

“I’m a big girl,” Angel stubbornly answered as she washed her face. “Besides, I heard Froggy telling neighbor Groundhog that he met some very nice forest animals on his vacation.”

“But you’ll get into trouble, Angel. Those animals and insects aren’t our kind. You have to stay in the garden.”

“I don’t care, Butterfly. I’m going to see who’s in there,” Angel said and scurried into the dark forest.


Eight delightful stories about a curious little bunny named Angel.
Angel's New Friends – Angel goes exploring into the forbidden forest, ocean, and farm in search of new friends.
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