Post by T.J. Barber on Apr 11, 2004 22:11:16 GMT -5
This is the beginnings of a religious novel. It's fictional of course and in no way is it my attempt at prophecy. It's just a story. Hope you enjoy!
God's Hunted: Part 1
It was the year 2040 and Greg Becker was just about to leave his office.
It was getting late and Greg started to notice a large change in the weather.
The appearance of the night was changing. The stars were getting dimm and
the night air had a slite chill that Greg had never felt before. As he stepped out
of the elevator ontu the parking complex he was startled by the cries of an old man,
proclaiming the arrival of the end times. This old man had stood at that same stoop
for years and yelled the same thing every day and night. Police had came and took him away,
yet, everytime he left, he always returned. The first time that Greg had seen him he offered him some money.
The old man stared and said, "you're a good one you are". yet he would not accept his money.
The strange man was nearing his 60's and he still was as loud as a baby crying in the of night.
"The end is near" he would cry. With that in mind Greg walked to his car and opened the door.
He still had his day on his mind. While trying to close a contract Greg had to have lunch with one
of the more attractive clients by the name of Tania. She was young and beautiful. Her hair was dark as the ravens wings.
Her aggressive negotiation skills only turned him on to her true charm. However, his own inner demons plagued his mind
with thoughts of other things. Her work skills were the furthest thing from his mind. But, he would not let his thoughts plague him anymore. As he stepped out of his car, down by the East Chapel Catholic Church, he noticed people looking towards the sky. "Odd night indeed" he said to himself. As he walked inside he seen many people crying and weeping in sorrow.
He seen them falling to their knees in front of the man they called saviour. Greg had once known his fellowship and at
one time felt the calling on his heart. "What must I do"? he asked. "What do you want me to do"? At that moment a loud noise as of a thousand chariots racing across the roof, shattered through the chapel. The ground shake and the walls began to crumble. Greg tried frantically to get to the door. His selfish nature lead him to think for himself before acknowlegding
the others. When Greg finally reached the door, he swung it open with anticipation of a plain crash or something equal to the devistation. But, what Greg would see next, would truly crumble his world. He seen the moon in all it's glory, shining as close to earth as he had ever seen it. It was huge and almost as bright as the sun in the day. He was amazed at how big the moon was. Then out of nowhere comes a shroud of darkness engulfing the entire moon, in all it's magnificence causing the earth to go black. The moon faded into a bright thick red. The color that would remind you mostly of . All Greg could hear was the voice of the old man crying out, "The end is near", "waste not another minute". Greg tried to run for cover yet he could not escape the glare of the inconstant moon. It's red shining glow was almost as if it were watching you. The stars were completely gone and no sky could be seen. The morning our came and the moon released it's glow. "inally some sunshine" he thought. But, no sunshine came. The darkness remained over all the city. News Reports world wide called of darkness. China, Russia, Sweden, Paris, all countries were in caos. It seemed that the end truly was near.
It seemed that the world had grown cold over the course of a night. People against people and country against country. Looking for someone to blame and finding none. At that moment a new's brief shot across the TV. "Isreal has been attacked". "Rebel forces have attacked Isreal and left the city in rubble". "Millions are expected to have died". Greg was stunned. He had friends and colleagues there at their over sea firm. "What is happening" he asked himself. Across the TV rang a message, left behind by the attackers. It read," Isreal was only a stepping stone". "We feed on dispair and desperation". "No country and no person is safe from us". With that Greg knew something had to be done. But what, what could he do? he was but a lawyer caught in the midst of a global battle. It seemed all hope was lost. What would be done?
God's Hunted: Part 1
It was the year 2040 and Greg Becker was just about to leave his office.
It was getting late and Greg started to notice a large change in the weather.
The appearance of the night was changing. The stars were getting dimm and
the night air had a slite chill that Greg had never felt before. As he stepped out
of the elevator ontu the parking complex he was startled by the cries of an old man,
proclaiming the arrival of the end times. This old man had stood at that same stoop
for years and yelled the same thing every day and night. Police had came and took him away,
yet, everytime he left, he always returned. The first time that Greg had seen him he offered him some money.
The old man stared and said, "you're a good one you are". yet he would not accept his money.
The strange man was nearing his 60's and he still was as loud as a baby crying in the of night.
"The end is near" he would cry. With that in mind Greg walked to his car and opened the door.
He still had his day on his mind. While trying to close a contract Greg had to have lunch with one
of the more attractive clients by the name of Tania. She was young and beautiful. Her hair was dark as the ravens wings.
Her aggressive negotiation skills only turned him on to her true charm. However, his own inner demons plagued his mind
with thoughts of other things. Her work skills were the furthest thing from his mind. But, he would not let his thoughts plague him anymore. As he stepped out of his car, down by the East Chapel Catholic Church, he noticed people looking towards the sky. "Odd night indeed" he said to himself. As he walked inside he seen many people crying and weeping in sorrow.
He seen them falling to their knees in front of the man they called saviour. Greg had once known his fellowship and at
one time felt the calling on his heart. "What must I do"? he asked. "What do you want me to do"? At that moment a loud noise as of a thousand chariots racing across the roof, shattered through the chapel. The ground shake and the walls began to crumble. Greg tried frantically to get to the door. His selfish nature lead him to think for himself before acknowlegding
the others. When Greg finally reached the door, he swung it open with anticipation of a plain crash or something equal to the devistation. But, what Greg would see next, would truly crumble his world. He seen the moon in all it's glory, shining as close to earth as he had ever seen it. It was huge and almost as bright as the sun in the day. He was amazed at how big the moon was. Then out of nowhere comes a shroud of darkness engulfing the entire moon, in all it's magnificence causing the earth to go black. The moon faded into a bright thick red. The color that would remind you mostly of . All Greg could hear was the voice of the old man crying out, "The end is near", "waste not another minute". Greg tried to run for cover yet he could not escape the glare of the inconstant moon. It's red shining glow was almost as if it were watching you. The stars were completely gone and no sky could be seen. The morning our came and the moon released it's glow. "inally some sunshine" he thought. But, no sunshine came. The darkness remained over all the city. News Reports world wide called of darkness. China, Russia, Sweden, Paris, all countries were in caos. It seemed that the end truly was near.
It seemed that the world had grown cold over the course of a night. People against people and country against country. Looking for someone to blame and finding none. At that moment a new's brief shot across the TV. "Isreal has been attacked". "Rebel forces have attacked Isreal and left the city in rubble". "Millions are expected to have died". Greg was stunned. He had friends and colleagues there at their over sea firm. "What is happening" he asked himself. Across the TV rang a message, left behind by the attackers. It read," Isreal was only a stepping stone". "We feed on dispair and desperation". "No country and no person is safe from us". With that Greg knew something had to be done. But what, what could he do? he was but a lawyer caught in the midst of a global battle. It seemed all hope was lost. What would be done?
