Chapter up until I get enough followers.
Every other week or so I will include a little humor since the book is a bit gruesome.
I will publish one of my Dozens of Articles mostly on humorous situations in Ordinary
Family Life. I hope you can relate
The first installment will include the first and second Chapters of "Mother Nature". Enjoy (I hope.
-----------------------------------CHAPTER I--------------------------------------
It was a terrifying night. Kaleidoscopes of eerie lightning annealed perfectly to
the steady staccato of thunder. The wind conspired to drive the rain into a seething
cauldron of images that formed and just as swiftly disappeared, creating the effect of
malevolent spirits drifting in and out of a tempest. Neither man nor beast ventured
forth from their abodes as a seemingly angry Mother Nature proclaimed her unchallenged
supremacy. Except for Cato. It was a perfect night for his growing needs. Needs that had
almost become uncontrollable lately since the last big storm. He would be satisfied tonight, that is until the next “advent” as he called it. Tonight was a “factor three”. It had
to be or he would perish. Three beings spirits would become entwined with his and his
destiny would rise to higher plateaus of Godliness, finally acquiring the supreme state
of God to whom all worship flows. The storm was a sign that it was true. He would not fail!
-----------------------------------CHAPTER 2-----------------------------------
As first light filtered through the rising mists of early morning, the city was eerily quiet, awakening was slow as if the inhabitants were making up for lost sleep after a night of being kept awake by the brutal storm. Limbs from the beautiful pin oaks that lined the
boulevards lay scattered indiscriminately stripped by a formidable force of nature. Some
huge trees, weakened by the long drought, had toppled across the streets, giving up hundreds of years of life to the whims of one maniacal weather event. But the city would
recover and life would resume. Unknowingly, as yet, to recover from this night, the still sleeping city would have to dig deeper than a few torn branches, they would also have to delve into the unknown mysteries of twisted and psychopathic human nature.
And on Elm Street it was quiet. An older car pulled into the drive of 1108, the lights flicked off, a figure emerged and trudged up the walk toward the side door, hugging a large paper bag. A slight jingle of keys broke the stillness and the door opens slightly as the figure fumbled with the light switch just inside.
Marie Alice Trent, 46, mother of five, devout Sunday school teacher, loyal personal maid and winner of last night’s twenty five dollar church bingo jackpot is about to meet the substance from which nightmares are made, changing her life forever.
Backing into the now well lit kitchen, she deposited the bag of cleaning supplies on the counter next to the door, inserted her thumb under the strap of her shoulder bag and set it beside the paper bag. Closing the door quietly she turned toward the interior of the immaculate kitchen finally facing the table with it’s gruesome contents. Three manikins, so she thought since they were headless, sat back to back in the middle of the huge cherry
wood table. A table that she had polished and cleaned meticulously, countless times. She tried to scream but was cut short by the smell of fresh blood and death. It was a silent scream. She turned, flung open the door and stumbled down the side walk toward her car.
Three blocks away a fast food and gas clerk just opening his business for the day
received his first customer. A terrified, incoherent and distraught Mary Alice Trent, unemployed personal maid at 1108 Elm.
As the morning deepened into a sullen overcast the chainsaws started the ritual
of clean up and in the distance the sirens announced a ritual of their own.
Chapter I
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