The second Patreon short story, Next Time is Now, is finished and up for everyone to read!  It’s a story about a love so timeless that… well, I’ll give you a taste of the story itself. (Cassie Cook-Ward’s idea inspired this one. Thanks, Cassie!)

Peter lay on a queen-sized bed in a nondescript Super 8 motel room in Westbrook, Maine, strapped to an EKG monitor, trying to calm his nerves. This would work. It had to. He couldn’t go through losing her again.

“It’ll be okay, Peter,” said Marnie Amari, squeezing his hand. “I still wish you’d let me do it, though.”

They’d argued about this for days. Marnie had a heart murmur. If her heart were stopped, it might not start again. His would, or at least he hoped it would.

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https://www.patreon.com/posts/next-time-is-now-23124105

 

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Reverend David Allan Dowd (or “Dad”, as many in his brethren liked to call him) sat in a tent on the outskirts of Rector, Arkansas, getting ready to give his sermon, when he felt the Evil. It was as if a hundred – no, a thousand, maybe more – tortured souls suddenly called out, and only he could hear their cries. Only he could witness their screams. He began to tremble, and tears ran freely down his cheeks. Satan had just stepped foot on Earth, and God’s chosen children must rise up against them or forever be doomed to the fiery depths of hell.

— Threads, Chapter 13