Chapter Three

July 23, 2009

The smell brought me back. Powerful, but not like a weightlifter, more like a dictator. Sweet, but not like sugar, more like when you have a really good day that you wish would go on forever. This was a good sign and then I heard it. Nothingness.
“What happened to the angels, I don’t hear the beating anymore”, said Lani.
“Cupid happened”, I told her, “We should be leaving though, like now!”
“Wait I have to grab the rest of the ti leaves.”
I knew it was too late when I heard the slight whistling, a whistling that you don’t want to hear. The first ball of burning rock came through the roof of the building, melting the ragged edges smooth like cauterizing a wound. I heard the screaming of a cherub as one of the other fireballs found its first target. The smell of burnt sugar permeated the air and it was sickening.

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

July 23, 2009

Sometime this fucking year Cupid. It sounds like there are a hundred of them out there. Probably with his boyfriend again. Bastard,

Last time he had a spat with his lover I nearly died. Turns out that when he gets all melancholy and down on himself he just stops whatever he has going on at that particular time. At the last particular time he lost it, we were sitting ready in an ambush. We had some intel that told us where and when two of the largest cells on the east coast were meeting to plan a large operation. A large operation, that is, against us.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

July 23, 2009

It started out like any other day. Any day since the first day that is. I am a survivor of the End of Days. Today’s date is July 23, 2009. Unless I stop and do the math I have forgotten how many days exactly that it has been. It happened on May 5, 2005. The day Yahweh came down.

May 1, 2005

We were walking down the street to the coffee shop. Mike looked at me as we passed another crazy man standing on his street corner screaming about the end of the world coming and how all sinners were going to burn in hell.
“Same song they have been singing for ages now, man, I wish they would just get a clue and knock it the fuck off”, Mike said.
“Well,” I laughed, “I don’t guess they will quit until it happens.”
“It? You don’t actually believe that shit do you?
“I don’t know man, I mean something has to be out there right? Why not their god, why not the techie’s gods, hell, why not all of the gods?”

My new book

I have started writing a book. Yes, yes I have. I will be posting chapters on here as they are completed, and my blog will be the only place that it will be available. It has no title yet but will have a dystopian / religious undertone, along with a war theme.