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About me

I am a 46-year old writer residing in Vancouver, BC, Canada. My writing goes back to early childhood of 9-10 years of age when I started writing adult-type thriller stories. Eventually, I covered most genres by 1980 in a series of unpublished novellas and one science fiction novel, paving the way for my published work to come. I am well-versed in many aspects of science, including health, well-being, nutrition, healing, psychology, and many other areas, too numerous to list here.

By the late 1990's, I had the beginnings of a series of articles published in a science research magazine. In 2006, I had my first novella published in a short story compilation titled "Abstract". The story is "Reverse Polarity" published under the pseudonym "Grant Miller". A copy of the book where my story is featured is in Harvard University and Dalhousie University (Canada).

Additionally, I have a number of self-improvement ebooks and suspense thrillers for sale at:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/todd-daigneault?keyword=todd+daigneault&store=ebook

Briefly me

My passion is ...

life, love and living

I know too much about ...

everything

My parents always told me ...

don't run with scissors in your hands

My childhood ambition ...

to be an astronaut.

My favorite memory ...

the thrillers of the late 1970's.

Why I write ...

out of love for the written form.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

mid-east updates/seinfeld/good old tunes

Featured article by Todd Daigneault

Creative Writing > Flash Fiction Flash fiction: Shoot 'em up: 28 of 28

Sergeant Dan Peterson, 133rd Infantry Brigade, 22nd Battalion, 13th Platoon was walking with his company on the Martian surface. Mars had become a hotbed for conflict with the Imperial Dracos, a twelve foot reptilian race, locked in a fifty year plus war with Earth. Dan stared nervously at the ruins of the Old City, as suddenly the silence of the upgraded Martian atmosphere was broken by the whine of anti-matter artillery shells. "Incoming!" he yelled to his platoon. Instinctively, they flung themselves behind the high ground, under a series of rocks, on the rust-colored, clay-...
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