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Sometimes the reason for writing compels the author until the work is finished:
I was born naturally gifted with a talent for writing that was polished by traumatic life experiences which fueled the passion behind my writing.
Torn From the Inside Out was my first book; the writing of which began in 1995, eight years after being forced to flee for my life with five young children in 1987 when I was only twenty nine years old.
I wrote Torn From the Inside Out using the pseudonym Sara Niles, pouring out my deep-seated pain and anguish of having been a victim of domestic violence for almost fifteen years, along with my repressed fears and untold secrets; thus releasing the shame and guilt that comes with such an oppressed life and shedding it forever.
Much of my education was accrued l ‘hard way’ as my Uncle Robert used to say, for example, my own personal knowledge merged with empirical statistics reveals that domestic violence and family discord tend to follow victims throughout family generations, as Learned Behavior and negative images from childhood, are hard to shake free. It is because of my knowledge of such factors gained after having completed the writing of Torn From the Inside Out and subsequently obtaining education and training in the field of psychology and human behavior, that I realized the story had only begun. In order to properly address the complications of embodied in family dysfunction, two more books were needed in order to tell the ‘rest of the story’ as Paul Harvey (1918-2009) famously said.
The Torn Trilogy was completed in 2011, after almost sixteen years of struggle and strain toward the literary ‘finish line’, the crowning touch of my life’s work.
The Torn Trilogy is a twelve-hundred page mammoth work that includes Torn From the Inside Out, The Journey and Out of the Maelstrom. The Journey is the story of the children of ‘Torn’, as they fought to find their way in the world and Out of the Maelstrom is told from outside my own personal experience as I came in contact with ‘others’, such as the woman who was set aflame and wore the scars to prove it, the children whose animal-like behavior marked them as cases of ‘Reactive Attachment Disorder’ (RAD), as they exhibited the extreme symptoms of having lived in savage conditions with savage people. The third book of the Torn Trilogy broadens the perspective of the massive problem that arises when ‘man against man’ is the common theme within family bonds, as the selected individual accounts defy both morality and humanity. With the final book of the trilogy, speaking as the first hand narrator (Sara Niles), I emerged out of the maelstrom only to find a world of people still trapped within it, thus Out of the Maelstrom stands as a testament to not only the suffering inflicted upon man, but more importantly, the power of the human spirit to survive against all odds.
Sara Niles
I am Sara Niles. I spent ten years as a domestic violence counselor and Trainer, after my escape in 1987, and having obtained a post-secondary education. My work inside the front lines of domestic violence allowed me to come face to face with thousands of victims and victimizers. It was through this personal exposure that I realized how ingrained the stain of human dysfunction can become and how difficult it is to escape it. The generational impact of domestic abuse, dysfunction and violence not only affects individuals by warping the schema of children when their perceptions are most impressionable, but it spills into society via drug and substance addiction and deviant behavior that often ends in imprisonment.
I have always loved the art of great literature, and developed an affinity for the classics at a young age that has matured over the years like taste in fine wine. If had lived an ideal life, I would have written about ideal lives, but because I lived and survived an unconventional life filled with an undue amount of trauma and loss, my writings are filled with the passion and pain of traumatic experiences.
My drive to write about such a serious subject as domestic violence and family dysfunction is integral to my qualifications as a writer: A former victim of extreme domestic violence as a young woman; spent twelve years obtaining an academic education along with professional work experience. My extensive training in psychology, sociology, the behavioral sciences, as well as over a decade working in the fields of domestic violence, mental health and drug addiction counseling, enabled me to include the subtle dynamics of human motivation within my writings, embedded unobtrusively like a shadow and to write the final book of the Torn Trilogy from a humanistic, global perspective.
The Torn Trilogy
Sometimes the reason for writing compels the author until the work is finished:
I was born naturally gifted with a talent for writing that was polished by traumatic life experiences which fueled the passion behind my writing.
Torn From the Inside Out was my first book; the writing of which began in 1995, eight years after being forced to flee for my life with five young children in 1987 when I was only twenty nine years old.
I wrote Torn From the Inside Out using the pseudonym Sara Niles, pouring out my deep-seated pain and anguish of having been a victim of domestic violence for almost fifteen years, along with my repressed fears and untold secrets; thus releasing the shame and guilt that comes with such an oppressed life and shedding it forever.
Much of my education was accrued l ‘hard way’ as my Uncle Robert used to say, for example, my own personal knowledge merged with empirical statistics reveals that domestic violence and family discord tend to follow victims throughout family generations, as Learned Behavior and negative images from childhood, are hard to shake free. It is because of my knowledge of such factors gained after having completed the writing of Torn From the Inside Out and subsequently obtaining education and training in the field of psychology and human behavior, that I realized the story had only begun. In order to properly address the complications of embodied in family dysfunction, two more books were needed in order to tell the ‘rest of the story’ as Paul Harvey (1918-2009) famously said.
The Torn Trilogy was completed in 2011, after almost sixteen years of struggle and strain toward the literary ‘finish line’, the crowning touch of my life’s work.
The Torn Trilogy is a twelve-hundred page mammoth work that includes Torn From the Inside Out, The Journey and Out of the Maelstrom. The Journey is the story of the children of ‘Torn’, as they fought to find their way in the world and Out of the Maelstrom is told from outside my own personal experience as I came in contact with ‘others’, such as the woman who was set aflame and wore the scars to prove it, the children whose animal-like behavior marked them as cases of ‘Reactive Attachment Disorder’ (RAD), as they exhibited the extreme symptoms of having lived in savage conditions with savage people. The third book of the Torn Trilogy broadens the perspective of the massive problem that arises when ‘man against man’ is the common theme within family bonds, as the selected individual accounts defy both morality and humanity. With the final book of the trilogy, speaking as the first hand narrator (Sara Niles), I emerged out of the maelstrom only to find a world of people still trapped within it, thus Out of the Maelstrom stands as a testament to not only the suffering inflicted upon man, but more importantly, the power of the human spirit to survive against all odds.
Sara Niles
I am Sara Niles. I spent ten years as a domestic violence counselor and Trainer, after my escape in 1987, and having obtained a post-secondary education. My work inside the front lines of domestic violence allowed me to come face to face with thousands of victims and victimizers. It was through this personal exposure that I realized how ingrained the stain of human dysfunction can become and how difficult it is to escape it. The generational impact of domestic abuse, dysfunction and violence not only affects individuals by warping the schema of children when their perceptions are most impressionable, but it spills into society via drug and substance addiction and deviant behavior that often ends in imprisonment.
I have always loved the art of great literature, and developed an affinity for the classics at a young age that has matured over the years like taste in fine wine. If had lived an ideal life, I would have written about ideal lives, but because I lived and survived an unconventional life filled with an undue amount of trauma and loss, my writings are filled with the passion and pain of traumatic experiences.
My drive to write about such a serious subject as domestic violence and family dysfunction is integral to my qualifications as a writer: A former victim of extreme domestic violence as a young woman; spent twelve years obtaining an academic education along with professional work experience. My extensive training in psychology, sociology, the behavioral sciences, as well as over a decade working in the fields of domestic violence, mental health and drug addiction counseling, enabled me to include the subtle dynamics of human motivation within my writings, embedded unobtrusively like a shadow and to write the final book of the Torn Trilogy from a humanistic, global perspective.
The Torn Trilogy
Homicide in the Street by Sara Niles
He was dead, alright. The sight of death is an ugly and fearsome thing, I thought, as I absorbed the tragic sight in front of me. It was a man, ‘The man’ , who was lying in the road with blackish-red blood pooled around his head, and as he lay face down with his feet in his own yard, while his head and shoulders were planted in the street, he gave the appearance of a killed animal felled in its tracks by a hunter.
By the time I arrived, yellow crime scene tape was strapped around the trees, while blue and red lights flashed out of sync with each other, providing the warning surges of light emanating from the tops of police cars and through the windshields of undercover detective vehicles; while the ambulance was parked askew with the neat, uniformed workers eerily standing almost idly by, in no apparent rush to ‘save’ the life of the already ‘dead’ man. I had rushed over as soon as I got the phone call, alerting me to what I was seeing with my own eyes. The phone call had been from my oldest son Tommy who had reached me at the local shelter with the news: “He’s dead! Mama-somebody just shot him-right out in the middle of the street.” Tommy had tersely stated, as a matter-of -fact summation of a wasted and dangerous life. The man was killed within fifty feet of my adult son Tommy’s yard, so naturally I felt I had a license to investigate to see if he was indeed ‘really’ dead.
I received the phone call from my son, while only a few blocks away, so it had only taken a few minutes for me to arrive. I could see past the commotion of all the emergency workers, that my son’s hunter green Chevy truck was parked in his driveway. I had dropped my younger teen-aged son, Mikey off earlier that morning so that he could ’hang out’ with his brother and watch sports on television with him, which was what they were doing during the time of the murder. I parked carefully on the other side of the wide yellow crime tape and about two houses down from Tommy’s, and since there was no way for me to gain access to my son’s house without going under the crime tape, I walked up to the tape, as two detectives nodded at me (I knew them both) and allowed me to cross under the tape in order to walk the few feet over to Tommy’s house. I walked past the man’s bloodied head, taking care to keep moving. I took the time to take a good look at the man, I had to, it was as if some compelling force pulled me in that direction, a force beyond mere curiosity, I needed to see for myself, that he was dead. This body before me was the once loud and brash man, who used to stand out in the street and threaten me as I drove by, and who intimidated and menaced others, now appeared to lie in a permanent state of lifelessness, with not a twitch of movement coming from his body. He was dead. I felt a conflicting wave of relief, that he would not kill the two boys that I knew, nor their mother and I also felt a secondary feeling of reverent sadness, borne out of moral responsibility, simply because the man was a man after-all, a human who would never breathe the breath of life on this earth again. According to Tommy, there was no mystery to the murder since it happened in front of the entire neighborhood, therefore, finding the man who did it, was just a matter of wrapping up a few details. It would be brought to light later, that the task of bringing the killer of the man to justice was as easy as following a trail of crumbs.
But at that time, I did not know how the new murder case would turn out, but I did know that someone innocent would have died if ‘the man’ had not been stopped. The greatest mysteries in life are not the ones concocted for movies and television, nor the fictional stories made up as a result of a writer’s active imagination. The greatest mysteries happen every day, all around us; and in the case of the murdered man, lying post mortem, right out in public, dead in the same street that many local people traveled daily, the mystery was right in our front yard.
Homicide in the Street was taken from Out of the Maelstrom by Sara Niles
Homicide in the Street Free on Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Homicide-Street...
Out of the Maelstrom
By the time I arrived, yellow crime scene tape was strapped around the trees, while blue and red lights flashed out of sync with each other, providing the warning surges of light emanating from the tops of police cars and through the windshields of undercover detective vehicles; while the ambulance was parked askew with the neat, uniformed workers eerily standing almost idly by, in no apparent rush to ‘save’ the life of the already ‘dead’ man. I had rushed over as soon as I got the phone call, alerting me to what I was seeing with my own eyes. The phone call had been from my oldest son Tommy who had reached me at the local shelter with the news: “He’s dead! Mama-somebody just shot him-right out in the middle of the street.” Tommy had tersely stated, as a matter-of -fact summation of a wasted and dangerous life. The man was killed within fifty feet of my adult son Tommy’s yard, so naturally I felt I had a license to investigate to see if he was indeed ‘really’ dead.
I received the phone call from my son, while only a few blocks away, so it had only taken a few minutes for me to arrive. I could see past the commotion of all the emergency workers, that my son’s hunter green Chevy truck was parked in his driveway. I had dropped my younger teen-aged son, Mikey off earlier that morning so that he could ’hang out’ with his brother and watch sports on television with him, which was what they were doing during the time of the murder. I parked carefully on the other side of the wide yellow crime tape and about two houses down from Tommy’s, and since there was no way for me to gain access to my son’s house without going under the crime tape, I walked up to the tape, as two detectives nodded at me (I knew them both) and allowed me to cross under the tape in order to walk the few feet over to Tommy’s house. I walked past the man’s bloodied head, taking care to keep moving. I took the time to take a good look at the man, I had to, it was as if some compelling force pulled me in that direction, a force beyond mere curiosity, I needed to see for myself, that he was dead. This body before me was the once loud and brash man, who used to stand out in the street and threaten me as I drove by, and who intimidated and menaced others, now appeared to lie in a permanent state of lifelessness, with not a twitch of movement coming from his body. He was dead. I felt a conflicting wave of relief, that he would not kill the two boys that I knew, nor their mother and I also felt a secondary feeling of reverent sadness, borne out of moral responsibility, simply because the man was a man after-all, a human who would never breathe the breath of life on this earth again. According to Tommy, there was no mystery to the murder since it happened in front of the entire neighborhood, therefore, finding the man who did it, was just a matter of wrapping up a few details. It would be brought to light later, that the task of bringing the killer of the man to justice was as easy as following a trail of crumbs.
But at that time, I did not know how the new murder case would turn out, but I did know that someone innocent would have died if ‘the man’ had not been stopped. The greatest mysteries in life are not the ones concocted for movies and television, nor the fictional stories made up as a result of a writer’s active imagination. The greatest mysteries happen every day, all around us; and in the case of the murdered man, lying post mortem, right out in public, dead in the same street that many local people traveled daily, the mystery was right in our front yard.
Homicide in the Street was taken from Out of the Maelstrom by Sara Niles
Homicide in the Street Free on Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Homicide-Street...
Out of the Maelstrom
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