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James McAllen

James McAllen was born and raised in the Bay Ridge section of Brooklyn NY. After failing as a baseball player, Rock and Roll singer, Shakespearean actor and masked superhero, he decided to try his hand at writing. His first screenplay, Three of a Kind, was a semi-finalist in the 2004 Project Greenlight contest. Split Rock Road is his first published collection of short stories.

Split Rock Road was a winner of the 2014 Indie Reader Discovery Awards.

His first novel, Pretentious, was published in July, 2016.

James can be contacted at JimMcAllen@Yahoo.com.

Pretentious is the story of Zack Miller, a budding superstar who in 1994, was in the middle of recording his third album, when he decided to turn his back and walk away. For the better part of two decades, he has lived his life away from music and out of the spotlight. Now, 20 years later and long since relevant, he finds his world is once again turning upside down when a drunken TMZ moment lands him back in the public eye.

Split Rock Road

Critical Reviews:

James’ first published work, Split Rock Road, is a winner of the 2014 Indie Reader Discovery Award.

An excerpt from the Indie Reader Review:

Split Rock Road is a collection that will easily evoke an emotional response from its readers. Sometimes that response will be uncomfortable, sometimes uplifting, but it will always be honest.

An excerpt from the Kirkus Review:

McAllen’s writing is strong, and he does an excellent job of building scenes and settings and creating memorable characters, such as a widower who poignantly recalls his last days with his wife.

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Split Rock Road is a collection that will easily evoke an emotional response from its readers. Sometimes that response will be uncomfortable, sometimes uplifting, but it will always be honest.

– INDIE READER

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Alone

I’ve always been a loner. When I was a tyke, if I was bothering my mother, she would send me to my room as punishment. Only, I relished it. Rather than going to my room, I would retreat to hers, with my carry-case of Hot Wheels cars in tow. My parents had a...

What If…?

I’ve always had anxiety. Ever since I was a tyke, I worried about things that no kid should worry about: the rent, the fate of mankind, the Yankee bullpen. It didn’t matter, I always worried about it. I had an overactive mind and no way to control it. I got it from my...

Faith in a time of dying…

As had become custom, the mother would go to bingo on Monday nights, leaving her young husband to mind their two young boys, and as had become custom, the three of them would eat their TV dinners, with the gravy covered salisbury steak, and the mashed potatoes and if...