Dead End Drive

von Ian Kirkpatrick

After his mother passes away, fourteen-year-old Kelly Benedict has no choice but to escape his home or parish at the hands of his remaining family.

When Agatha Benedict plucked Kelly off the city streets to replace her dead cat Poopsie, she neglected to inform him of some very important house traditions. The history of the Benedict Estate prescribes that once the estate owner passes on, a "will reading" is to take place. However, the reading is more than passing on a loved one's final wishes; it's a figurative gunshot into the air, an alert to all in attendance that a playful game of anything goes murder has begun. The prize? The inheritance, of course. As if visiting, a storm comes in with the guests, trapping everyone on the property for the night. While Kelly plays catch-up on with house rules, once friendly family members have already sharpened their knives. Try as he might, there is no survival if he won't play by the same rules as everyone else.

A uniquely funny and dark murder party with big personalities. A coming-of-age story if growing up felt like being stabbed in the back by everyone you hold dear. As suspenseful as Agatha Christie's And then There Were None and as slapstic as Clue, Dead End Drive is wild night of nihilism for the sake of personal advances at any cost. Let's be honest: is there anything more valuable in life than having every last need met for life?