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Author: Doug Bayliss
Pet health and.adoption advocate.
📚Across the Street
Billy and Mia sneak out and witness a serious argument outside a tavern, leading to life-altering choices as rumors spread. They must confront the dilemma of truth-telling, understanding that doing the right thing often carries significant consequences. Their friendship is tested as they navigate the complexities of their decision.
📓The Pilot Plant
Most days, it was just the two of us. He was older than I was and knew the procedures by heart, the kind of person who respected every step because he understood what depended on it.
📓The Rain
The expressway wraps the city in monotony, passing warehouses and exits that no longer bother to announce themselves. That night, the rain drenched everything.
📝A Productive Year in Review: 2025
2025 was about consistency. Showing up, making small improvements, and staying focused. It made all the difference.
📚Published Books on Amazon
These are all of my published books. I do really appreciate all of the support I’ve received, positive and constructive, and I can’t wait to see what Adventures are next.
📚When the Ferry Didn’t Run
Billy and Mia find themselves in peril when their ferry crossing is canceled, leading them onto a narrow river road amid an approaching storm. As rising water and lost signals create chaos, they become separated and must navigate the treacherous riverbank alone, transforming a routine delay into a life-threatening situation.
🎶 The Stalker
It’s 4 o’clock in the morning
I haven’t slept a wink
When I saw you there
had to stare
I couldn’t even blink.
📝In Memory of My Father Ron Bayliss
Ronald Walter Bayliss December 14, 1933 – January 15, 2018 “Run, you rascal!”— My dad, at every Penn State game Today would have been Dad’s 92nd birthday This is a day to honor both celebration and quiet remembrance. Some of my fondest memories are the simple, joyful ones. I think of weekends at Penn State…