Sample from "The Preacher"
The thick, musty air tickled Jacob Cross's nose as he walked slowly down the old dirt road. Whereever he was, he was fairly certain it had recently rained. Where was he? Was he really in this place? Was he dreaming? At one point he was absolutely sure he was dreaming, but then that eerie feeling you might very well be awake kicked in.
Everything in sight emanated an odd glow. His senses had heightened dramatically and he could actually see the aura of every tree, leaf, and rock in his vicinity. The trees on either side of the road did not branch off into a forest.; rather they grew close together. So close that you could not fit a piece of paper between their trunks. Their configuration formed an endless wall that threatened to trap Jacob on his current path with nowhere to run. The only place he could possibly go was forward.
Being only twenty-three, Jacob was very young to be the pastor of a small hamlet and overall. it was a difficult situation. Even though he preached to a moderate number of people on Sunday, how far his messages actually went, he didn't know. He wasn't too young and he wasn't too old, nevertheless the older people considered him too young to take seriously. If they were going to be told how to live for God it was going to be by someone on a cane with hair as grey as their's. As far as the young people, who were gradually going to hell in a hand basket, all they ever did was tell him to stop acting like an old fogey and accept their drunkenness and fornication. The only people who took him remotely serious were between the ages of thirty and forty.
Getting back to his present time and place (Whatever it might be.) Jacob had the sense of being followed. Once he thought he heard a step behind him in the gravel, but when he jerked around he saw nothing. In his mind, some deformed, mutilated and possibly demon-possessed human being pursued him, howling and clutching a sharp object. escaping into the woods was not an option; he would have no choice but to run down the seemingly endless path where he's most likely be chased down, stabbed fifty times, and suffer an untimely and horrible death.
At that thought Jacob reached behind him to find out he was without his sword and crossbow. Consumed with dread, Jacob slowed his progress. With every step, the sharp pain in his chest grew deeper and deeper. The path had seemed never ending, but out of nowhere in the distance the arrow-straight path veered off to the right Had he come to the end? Had he come to his end?
As he stepped closer his respirations reached an uncomfortable race in his chest, as if his heart knew something and wasn't letting his head in on it.
This is a sample og my book "The Preacher" available on Amazon, Nook, and Kindle.
Everything in sight emanated an odd glow. His senses had heightened dramatically and he could actually see the aura of every tree, leaf, and rock in his vicinity. The trees on either side of the road did not branch off into a forest.; rather they grew close together. So close that you could not fit a piece of paper between their trunks. Their configuration formed an endless wall that threatened to trap Jacob on his current path with nowhere to run. The only place he could possibly go was forward.
Being only twenty-three, Jacob was very young to be the pastor of a small hamlet and overall. it was a difficult situation. Even though he preached to a moderate number of people on Sunday, how far his messages actually went, he didn't know. He wasn't too young and he wasn't too old, nevertheless the older people considered him too young to take seriously. If they were going to be told how to live for God it was going to be by someone on a cane with hair as grey as their's. As far as the young people, who were gradually going to hell in a hand basket, all they ever did was tell him to stop acting like an old fogey and accept their drunkenness and fornication. The only people who took him remotely serious were between the ages of thirty and forty.
Getting back to his present time and place (Whatever it might be.) Jacob had the sense of being followed. Once he thought he heard a step behind him in the gravel, but when he jerked around he saw nothing. In his mind, some deformed, mutilated and possibly demon-possessed human being pursued him, howling and clutching a sharp object. escaping into the woods was not an option; he would have no choice but to run down the seemingly endless path where he's most likely be chased down, stabbed fifty times, and suffer an untimely and horrible death.
At that thought Jacob reached behind him to find out he was without his sword and crossbow. Consumed with dread, Jacob slowed his progress. With every step, the sharp pain in his chest grew deeper and deeper. The path had seemed never ending, but out of nowhere in the distance the arrow-straight path veered off to the right Had he come to the end? Had he come to his end?
As he stepped closer his respirations reached an uncomfortable race in his chest, as if his heart knew something and wasn't letting his head in on it.
This is a sample og my book "The Preacher" available on Amazon, Nook, and Kindle.
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