Justin Robben Profile

Writing has always been a passion of mine. Specifically, the concept of luring the reader into a world and finding ways to entrap them...enrapture them...with places, characters, and scenarios that tug at their heart and rankle their mind.

So, in my early forties, I decided to return to this passion. I began to write again, something I hadn't done in over fifteen years. Working as a pharmacist has a way of eating up much of one's free time.
With two incredible children to keep me young at heart and my soul-mate beside me, supporting me with love and a selfless strength, I tackled this project. A project far larger in scope than anything I had written as a teenager...when I played with these skills. 

I developed a fictional world, pulled from our very own. Tweaked...

And so White Road was born...

In the remote township of New Ashford, tucked away in the northwest corner of Massachusetts, there exists an insignificant, nondescript road. 
White Road. 
As the short trail ends at the wall of trees marking the eastern edges of the Forbush Wildlife Sanctuary, a hidden path stretches deeper into the heart of the forest. 
Natives know this as the real White Road... 
Bracketed by watchful birch, an entity pervades this land. Whether lost, banished or here with a purpose, this entity thrives on the chaos and misfortune of man. Its origin, shrouded in mystery, is only outdone by the uncertainty of its agenda. 

Each White Road Tale chronicles a macabre chapter in its long existence. Some review the past, some portray events happening right now, under the attendance of both the birch and our fellow man. Others still depict tales of things yet to come...