Exit
Lives
Jamel
Gross
Genre: Horror
Publisher: BookVenture Publishing LLC
Date of Publication: December 2016
ISBN: 978-1-946250-83-4
Number of pages: 68
Word Count: 18, 389
Book Description:
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.
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 friend’s house, to
somewhere else, because jobs are hard to come by and don’t 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
help—someone 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 he’d 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 couldn’t 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 Revelations—her 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
hadn’t 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 aren’t 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 I’m
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.
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