Thomas Fritsche


Tom graduated from Southeast Missouri State University, where meeting future wife Mary, now exceeding 27 years of marriage, he earned a B.A. in Journalism.
Early experience gathered included writing for Capaha Arrow, the student newspaper, radio shows on KRCU, the student station, an internship on the Southeast Missourian newspaper.
As a reporter came stints with Perry County Republic in Perryville, MO., the Herald in Cahokia, Illinois, out door articles in the River Hills Traveler based in Piedmont, MO.. An M.A. in media communications is being obtained at Webster University, in Webster Groves, MO..
When not reading and writing and working on current manuscripts and future ones, Tom and Mary, enjoy fishing, golfing, camping, float trips and travel.

Tomas Fritsche
ISBN 978-1-894650-90-8 Book 100 pg. (8.5 X 5.5)

Fiction, Juvenile adventure
    Frowning with impatience, Robby O’Brien stood on the eighteen foot home made log raft with bare feet apart and anxious hands on slim hips.  “Are you guys coming or not?” he pleaded, glancing around.  He had to convince friends to leave now before someone noticed and blabbed to their parents.  No adult was in sight and he breathed in the warm June Newfoundland air.  “What good is the raft if we aren’t going to sail to Seal Island on it?”
    “Sail that far away?” Jim Lundy questioned, a concerned voice cracking.  He clenched both hands into fists and nervously paced.  “No way!  Not without permission from my parents!”
    “Then why in the world did we spend so much time building the raft?” Robby argued while the other six members of the village gang listened.  “What good is this bloody raft if we aren’t going to sail anywhere worth while?”
    The rectangular eighteen-foot craft constructed of old packing crates, logs and scrap wood stood solid and buoyant.
    Robby grinned into the salty wind and breathed in deeply.  They were sailing!  He eyed Jim and snickered.  “See, Jimbo, this is great.  There’s really no danger in sailing across a little sheltered bay like this one.
    The homemade raft sailed smoothly until a northwest wind descended without warning.  A phantom twenty-five knot gust struck earthquake quick and turned mellow water into a wild display of nature’s fury.  Robby’s nerves weakened when the waves in the bay rose.  His stomach churned and he broke out into a cold sweat.  The waves were not as severe as in the open ocean.  Still, they crested at seven feet.  Whitecaps were everywhere and the spray drenched the crew.
    Weeping screams of terror rose from the huddled bunch of panic-stricken friends.  Icy chills ran down his spine while struggling to keep the raft pointed toward the island.  Arms and legs felt weak, numb from the cold and about to fall off, yet he knew that holding tight literally meant survival.  He strained every ounce of his one-hundred and fifty pound body to keep control of mind, body and the raft.  Capsizing would mean death.  Muscles burned with tense pain and the rope from the sail slipping through hands blistered.  He knew he had no choice and must endure the pain.
    An exciting story where average children push for adventure and get caught up in a dangerous adventure. I wish my childhood could be as adventurous.
    A nice mixture of past evil forces being conquered by smart sensible children that know right from wrong.

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