Publisher: BookVenture Publishing LLC
Date of Publication: December 2016
Number of pages: 68
Word Count: 18, 389
Exit Lives is a horror story that talks about a deranged man named leather who commits lots of crimes and who became clueless to these crimes.
His world turned upside down when an unexpected thing happen to his life.
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Excerpt from Chapter One:
The tortured should not dream.
Daydreams, nightmares, and illusions
Generate a hellish reality.
The mind plays games
The story begins
I have lived around in different places, moving from an apartment to a friendâs house, to somewhere else, because jobs are hard to come by and donât generally pay much. When I was in my twenties, I moved in with my grandparents. People used to call my grandmother Mama Dorothy, and my grandfather was known as Paypuh Bill, for dollar bill.
They needed helpâsomeone to take care of them if they got sick and needed a doctor right away, or someone to run errands for them that were no longer easy for them to do as they were getting on in years. And I was surely thankful for a clean place to lay my head at night.
Mama Dorothy had diabetes, and her foot was lame. It did not permit of much walking. Besides, she weighed enough for three sizable women.
She had stopped going to the hairdresser to have her hair straightened years before and decided that having a woman come into her kitchen, bringing the strong acids and hot irons used to straighten black hair was more torture than it was worth. So she let her hair grow nappy. She had lived long enough, and Lord knew she had suffered enough that she had earned the right to be comfortable.
Paypuh Bill was rail thin. The hair on top of his head was mostly gone. Years before I moved in, he had worked as a chauffeur for some rich white folks. He had also worked washing dishes in an assortment of greasy spoons and fast-food restaurants. Once, he had even worked as a bouncer in a strip joint. But that was a long time ago. The part of his life that would never let him go were those terrible years he had spent overseas as an enlisted man in the army. The fighting and the killing gave him nightmares almost worse than any of the nightmares he had from the Ku Klux Klan. And heâd never had to go overseas to experience any of their wretched nonsense.
We sort of got into a routine. I would truck off to work in the morning, to do whatever work I had that month or that season, then I would come home to make sure there was supper for the three of us. We usually ate sitting in the living room, watching the news on television.
Mama Dorothy would begin talking then. Sometimes she would yell at the newscaster, telling him he was a blind idiot if he couldnât see it was the end times coming for all of us. The only book she ever read was the Bible. She would grab it from the table beside her and thumb her way through it to Revelationsâher favorite book in the Bible. From that source, she would shout out the verses about wars, one country attacking another, and the Antichrist who would soon show his face. She hadnât quite made up her mind who that infamous person would be, though there were a few close contenders for the honor. However, the end times were surely coming this very minute, and we all must repent so that we would be ready to face the Lord when he came down to walk upon this earth again, with his fiery sword, ready to distribute grave affliction to any and all who do not believe in him. The Lord sounded like a dangerous fellow. He was not the kind of person I would want to invite into my home.
About the Author:
On a relaxing day, I enjoy a good book to start the day. I hope everyone has an opportunity to purse their dreams in life... Also I like to take time and enjoy life. Sometimes things arenât as promised, never take loved ones for granted, spending time with family and friends. The Drive is the most intoxicating force. Sometimes I feel as if Iâm on a mission. Pray for World Peace and the lives that were lost???
As a writer, I find people fascinating. It is only the beginning until the clock is up. Precious time, precious few. Make time and savor the moment let no obstacles come between you and the gift... A little robust, a good jolt to start the day.
6/6/2017 10:32:21 pm
This sounds like a really good read.
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