My first baby.
After having written numerous poems (that’s what I like to call them) I thought that I would write a novel but I only had, ‘A halo of soft golden light was falling beyond Shadow Hill.’ I sat back in my chair and felt a touch that I can only describe as being God, thus began a 3 year search within for the answers.
This book is in no way religious, you’ll soon find that out, but my life began to change that day and every day since.
Sample.
As the day passed by Steve became aware of a musky smell that was slowly filtering into the house from somewhere. He wandered around the house from room to room sniffing and checking for anything that Daniel may have left lying around the place. He found nothing inside so he went out into the garden to check there, the evening sun lay across the rising water in the hole. The water was muddy and dark. there was a thin film of slime around the edges. There must have been three feet of water already in there and it was still rising. The smell was not coming from the garden, Steve turned to go inside the patio doors. He stopped and turned slowly, he could feel some one watching him. Steve looked out across the field that led up to Shadow Hill. He looked down at the rising water. Was that a smiling face he could see? Or was it just his reflection? He rubbed at his eyes and blinked. This time he was sure. The slime that lined the perimeter of the hole began to move towards the front. directly in front of Steve. He stood watching intently as the slime began to pile up, squelching, as the ooze began to take shape. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Was he suffering from stress? He would take a couple of days off and rest up.
The shape began to turn as though it were on a turntable, turning, turning. More of the slime flowed into it, the shape was beginning to rise, it stood over a foot tall, rippling, and dripping with the slime that made it. A shallow cleft drew a line down the centre of what became its head, a large eye appeared on one side of its face, then one on the other side. The cleft cut deeper until it was three quarters of the way down the head, the slime drew itself inward to form a large gaping mouth. The shape stopped turning and looked at Steve, its watery eyes opened, the torso before him tensed, the slime rippled. The light from the setting sun illuminated the slime giving it an orange glow, yet it still remained translucent. The head looked Steve over, the eyes blinked slowly, the torso moved towards the waters edge. Steve backed off: a look of terror spread across his face. The torso halted, unable to leave its watery confinement, it raised a dripping arm and pointed at Steve.
Evil all finds a way...
