These aren't the stories your mother told you.

No, these are the other stories.

Terry Rowlings, Success Coach, written by Luke Condor, narrated by Ian McEwen.

The guttural screaming woke him from his deep, meditative slumber.

Terry Rowling's success coach had been working on his sleep efficiency for the past three months.

A mixture of ice baths, camomile tea, and a wind-down meditation routine had been a

perfect formula for a deep, rejuvenating slumber. He opened his eyes to see the perfect silk

bed sheets, paid in full by his latest positivity upgrade series of audio tapes, bloodied and torn. And where was Mindy, his beautiful

ex-model wife who centered him in times of unease? Mindy, he called. You there, honey?

Drippings of blood trailed out from the bed sheets, past the bookshelf, stalked with all

five of his New York Times best-selling self-help books, and out into the hallway. And then there was

the scream again. It was difficult to call it a scream, more a wet growl.

And then again, this one loud enough to get him out of the bed.

He rolled to the side and stood up.

He did a quick visual check of his body weight.

A fine groove outlined each of his abdominal muscles.

Solid definition. He glanced out of the bedroom window

at his three-acre garden with the center pool. He saw Juan the gardener and Kenan the pool cleaner.

They looked tired. And if Terry Rowling's success coach's eyes weren't tricking him, he was sure he could

see blood around their mouths. What the, he said to himself, noticing that Juan had completely

messed up the fine line of the bushes that covered the security fencing. Where's the pride, Juan?

Come on!

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