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Odd Stories #1 - Seeing The Master Work

It’s about time, I thought to myself as I drove on that highway on the way to Atlanta Georgia for the big spiritual awakening conference. I could hardly contain my enthusiasm as I thought about Bishop Carlton Short and the other powerful preachers of the Gospel.

I needed a word, no I needed to see God’s working with my eyes and feel it with my hands. It had been twenty years since I had been on vacation from preaching and now I longed for the opportunity to be recharged.

As I drove I saw an elderly woman in a car stopped on the side of the road. She was trying to muscle the spare tire out of the trunk in a way that demonstrated that she was never going to get it out.

I looked at my watch and saw that there was no way that I could stop, help her, and still make it to the opening festivities. I thought for a moment about speeding up and passing by, but as a preacher, I had been trained to help others who were in need.

I pulled the car over a jolt hit me as the woman smiled with a seemingly sinister sneer. “Thank you young man, if you can help me I will give you whatever you a wish.” She said.

That sounded odd. I laughed, “What are you a genie?”

“Not a genie, but I can give you one wish.”

I picked up the tire and began putting it on the car. She said, “You look dressed like you are on the way somewhere, maybe you wish that you could be going somewhere else. Maybe Las Vegas, sin city is always a great place to go.”

“No, I am on the way to a spiritual conference, you see, I am a pastor.” I said while I looked back at her.

The woman smiled, “Oh, I just gave a wish to a pastor the other day, he wanted a bigger church. Can I do that for you?”

I smiled politely for it seemed like this woman was totally off her rocker. I then jokingly said, “I just want to see my Master’s work and actions up close, let me see that.”

I then finished putting the last nut on the car to hold the wheel in place. “I would shake your hand but it is a bit messy, I hope you have an uneventful trip.”

“Your wish will be granted.”

“Yeah…OK…God bless.”

I thought about my wish desiring to see the Master work. I encouraged myself with the idea that perhaps my work that day to help that woman was the work of God.

I jumped in the car and saw that I would only miss a little bit of the conference if I hurry. I was driving a little faster than I should have. As the sun set on the horizon there was a hard left turn on the road.

I couldn’t make it. I hit a tree head on and took my flight to the hereafter.

I opened my eyes and saw a being that looked to be about 9 feet tall. His body was proportioned not like basketball players, but like a football player. His eyes were deep crimson and his face while handsome had the look of pure evil.

“You said you wanted to see your Master at work.” The being said.

“Y…Yes…” I said.

Then the being grabbed me and flung me. I flew into a pit of flames where my voice arose with a multitude of others that was weeping and yelling.

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Zombie Resurrection: Episode 1 is now available

SUMMARY

What a Monday morning it was. The resurrected dead have tossed the world into a dystopian zombie apocalypse. 

In this first episode we follow a disillusioned pastor,a lovestruck college student, and a cautious computer programmer as they are trying to survive. 

One minute Carl and Betty are studying for a class, the next they are running from bloodthirsty zombies bent on devouring them. Will they be able to survive? 

Computer programmer Mary and salesman Dexter have to get out of the city when everyone else has the same idea. Will the living dead end their lives like they have ended the work day? 

Reverend Jeremiah Jones began the day wanting to sleep through boring ministry presentations, but now he is attempting to evacuate hundreds from the meeting that the Bishop left him in charge of. 

Excerpt - Chapter 1

The cool wind brushed up against Betty and Carl. The scene is perfect for a college brochure designed to excite freshmen into attending their institution. Behind the collegiate pair stood the majestic and historic Lake Hall. This building provided a fitting backdrop to the scene.

Throughout most of high school, Betty and Carl had dated. Ever since Carl laid eyes on Betty, he wanted to be with her, and Betty soon relented to his advances. But Betty decided to take a break upon graduation and broke Carl’s heart. While Betty attempted to move on, Carl kept track of where Betty planned to attend college. Carl’s acceptance and choice to attend Northern Georgia University surprised Betty. She had hoped to attend a college far away from home, but ended up three hours northeast of Atlanta.

Betty wanted to move on, but Carl continued to speak of his love for her. On that day, Carl asked Betty questions to help her prepare for an important test.

“Will they open this building? I need to sit,” Carl asked while looking straight up to the sky.

Betty laughed and glanced at her cell phone to find the time. She said, “And where is everybody? Why are they so late opening the door? It’s freezing out here.”

Carl leaned in, “I can get you warm.”

Betty smiled, “Not going to happen….”

Carl slumped and asked another question, as he did when Betty rebuffed his advances.

A horn blasted on the campus. This reminds the students to get information from their cell phones for a message from the school. The school was one of the first to implement the emergency cell phone message after one of those school shootings.

Betty reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone. Carl leaned in to get a better view.

The phone read, “Northern Georgia University has canceled classes today, and we encourage the students to keep abreast of the changing health care issue. The governor has asked us to stay on the campus to keep the roads clear for emergency responders. Classes will resume tomorrow.”

“I am glad of that. I need another day to study for this chemistry exam. Let’s head back to the dorm, I need a nap,” Carl said.

“Nobody came to class, so why didn’t someone tell us? We didn’t get that memo.” Betty laughed.

They began walking back to the lady’s dorm when Carl’s phone rang. Carl pulled the phone out of his pocket. He said, “It’s my mom. I’ll call her later.”

They continued walking. They found that while the class buildings were quiet, the residence dorms had a lot more people running around than usual. People were also running around the upperclassmen’s residence hall. Students were running to cars and driving off the campus.

“Do you think we should go ask them what’s going on?” Betty asked.

“I think we should get to our dorms. Something is happening.”

They both marched together when Carl’s phone rang again. His mother called again.

“Damn, it’s her again.”

“You ought to answer.”

“No way, I’ll wait to call her back later. We need to find out what is happening on this campus. For all we know there may be a shooter.”

“Wouldn’t they tell us if there was a shooter?”

“Not if they wanted us to remain calm.”

They walked by Buster Hall. Many people were running and yelling.

“If they are trying to keep us calm, it ain’t working,” Carl said. “I think we need to walk faster.”

As they got closer to the freshmen girl’s dorm, it appeared to be move-in day. Suitcases everywhere. Cars being loaded and parents helping to load up the cars. But, unlike move-in day, everyone was running and there was a lot more yelling.

“What the hell?” Carl asked. He grabbed Betty’s arm and rushed over to the dorm, pulling her along.

They got to the front door of the dorm. Students were entering and exiting one after another. Carl grabbed one who he had talked to on occasion in his calculus class and asked, “What’s happening? Why is everyone trying to get out?”

“You have got to be kidding,” his classmate said.

“Come on, what’s going on?”

“Something big is happening in the city. They are about to institute a mandatory curfew and clear the roads, and folks are trying to get out.”

“Mandatory curfew? But if you leave, what about class tomorrow?”

“Look man, I ain’t got no time to tell you. As for class, if you go tomorrow, you are going to be in there by yourself. Now my mother is ready to drive off.” Carl’s classmate ran away.

“What’s going on?” Betty asked Carl.

“I think we need to pack up and get out. I’ll catch you back here in an hour.”

Betty ran into the dorm.

Carl’s phone rang again. He pulled it out. It was his mother for the third time. He answered it this time.

“Hey, Mom, what’s up?”

“What’s up? Carl, you need to get out of there, that’s what’s up. You need to get out of there now.” Carl’s mother was screaming.

“What’s going on, Mom?”

“A virus turns people into raving lunatics. They are telling us to stay in the safe place that we stay in for storms and to stay away from people. Your brother, sister, and I are in the storm shelter. We want you here, son.”

“OK, I’m bringing Betty.”

“Get out of there now.”

A big noise was in the background of his phone call. “Mom, are you all right? What’s going on?”

“No!” Carl’s mother screamed. The phone signal dropped.

Carl dialed the number back and got a busy signal.

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