I felt inspired this month to start writing, but I have a large problem. For some reason whenever I am writing sentences these days, nothing comes out right! I think I might have computer dementia or something!...It's worrying me..
I'll give you an expert from my new book. This is the first ten pages of a sort of Christian meets timetravelers novel where two brothers keep reincarnating over and over and keep killing each other until judgment day their actions choose the fate of the human race! First off, you will notice that the first parts of this book are a bit off, for example Cain was not the animal killer, Abel was. That is part of the later dates in the story..
As for any spelling and grammar mistakes, words messed up or incomplete, that's part of the dementia! Just remember that this is not the final copy, nor have I gone over it yet to see if everything is right. That comes after I have finished the book! Here's the first 10 pages or so.
Chapter 1
Cain took a deep sniff. Air filled his lungs. The oxygen just as quickly flushed back into the ecosystem, now able to recycle with the plants around him. He was waiting for something. With a rock in his little mitts, his odor stinking to high hell, he kept in the brush and waited. Casually he flung the rock up an inch in the air before catching it, a small smirk on his face. The boy, only ten years old, had been practicing his aim on rabbits. Now there were no more rabbits. But there was a brother.
It took only a few moments, but the arch in his lips returned as he peered between the bush leaves at his target. Never did it inch closer, but its path was predictable as it was itself walking on a straight path. Hidden in the bush, the sound of silence accompanying him, the boy caught the rock once more in his hand and readied it.
In minutes his target was just enough past him to where he wouldn’t scare it off if he moved. As he moved into the sun, making sure not to clash against any of the freehanging twigs, the boy Cain lifted the rock, threw his arm back, took mighty precision with his catlike eyes, and sent the rock slicing through the warm air.
Like a bullet it ripped from him, the explosion gathering force as it started to fall from the air, gravity calling it down to Earth. With the targeting and accuracy of something never seen before in history, the rock met its target with a quieted tap before falling to the ground along with his catch of the day.
In a brisk pace reminiscent of a professional sprinter, only this was a way of life, the boy dashed for the figure on the ground and eventually came upon it. In agony the collapsed vessel rolled over, its hand on its head, tears bawling from its eyes. Seeing the mass of the shadowed creature coming towards it, the being flopped dizzily to its feet and then bolted off towards the muddy hut a few meters away.
Cain huffed. As the figure got away he slowed his pace to a mere walk and approached the entrance of the building, an arrogant look of lack of amusement apparent across his features. As he entered the doorway, his mother bellowed out.
“God as my witness, Cain. One of these days you are going to kill Abel!” The fairly observant woman blathered as she applied a small cloth to the back of the young man’s dripping head.
“No, mom. He’ll be fine,” Cain replied as he lazily looked over his brother’s wound. There was a big gash and the hurt boy seemed to be very shaken up by it, but what was to be expected? A hug? Not from Cain. He was a killer. A hunter. His skills would have been legendary had they not been the only four people alive, his father Adam included.
Eve sighed. The trouble that Cain had been putting her through ever since he was born made her again scold herself for the hundredth, thousandth, millionth time for listening to the snake. She was young. She was new. What else could she do? Above all she had been confused. It was a story that they, meaning her and Adam, had kept from their two sons. The best thing, they agreed, would be to just raise them in the hopes that they would be normal boys.
“Come now,” Eve beckoned as she again addressed Abel’s head wound. “You two must start getting ready.” Cain groaned. His brother, on the other hand, was a goody-two-shoes that followed every letter his parents uttered down to the T.
“Why must we go and feed grandpapa? You’ve seen his arms. He could probably make a tree faint just by looking at it. Why do we have to bring him food if he can just go and hunt for it himself. You guys always act like he created the universe or something.” With that the young man was out the door with his arms in the air in a huff. Adam placed his hand on the back of Eve’s shoulder and smiled.
“He’ll grow up, love. One day.”
The woman nodded as a tear slid down her face. She was the most unlucky woman in history, and she knew it. Hell, she was the only woman in history. By default she was also the luckiest, the prettiest, the stupidest, the smartest, and also the one most likely to be elected Ms. Sumeria for the day.
It was the end of their seven day cycle. Every few hours, of which they never bothered to count, the chariot which God housed himself in, the spark of light that illuminated the flat surface of the hills and meadows surrounding them, dashed across the sky and, for a seemingly equal time to that, the light went out and God’s house pulled the blinds down on the windows, giving peace and darkness to the lands but also allowing the most sinister of creatures to play host to the fields and jungles. On this end date, of which they counted as seven as so instructed by their holy king, Elohim, they would gather up the riches of the land they were ordered to till and keep and offer him the little bits of food they so eagerly needed. It was a heavy deed and an anchor on their hearts and spirits, Cain being the one to react the harsher than any of the others who rather kept their feet in line and their heads down.
The boy Cain was already outside, tapping his foot as he awaited his parents. While they gathered together their baskets of vegetables, packed inside of homemade straw baskets, the troubled boy was holding three rabbit carcasses by the ears, the three corpses dangling under his hand as their ears pressed firmly into his palm. He felt powerful with the bodies he held, knowing he had been the one to take them with his wit, quick reflexes, and by the skill of his workmanship as a hunter and a provider to himself only. He was extremely self reliant and if everyone in his family were to bugger off he would be able to live for as long as he needed lest some random flood cast him into the depths of oblivion.
When the time came for the three of them to eventually leave the house, they had with them beats, corn, a few apples, peaches, and a bundle of grapes that they had thrown in. It would last anyone a good few days on one basket alone, but with the three of them holding their share of what they had reaped from the land they so carefully tended to, they were indeed providing Elohim with all the food he would need until their next seven day cycle was to come to a close. The lot of them had no idea about vitamins, minerals, proteins, what have you. They ignorant thought that one could eat the fancies of Earth and could survive on one or two vegetable types alone.
The sun was bearable on this day, as it usually was on the day that their god needed something from them. The thought never crossed their minds but rather they saw it as an omen that it was a good day to approach their elder. With their baskets in hand and their spirits as low as ever, their resources being tapped for the cycle, they strut forward down a road that had been there ever since Adam and Eve had left their once pure garden. Though they had been kicked out, they hadn’t left with empty wallets, but the tending of the field had to be experimented with. God had given them a house and a road but it was their fault for not eating fruit from the tree of knowledge about agriculture and gardening. They had been too busy eating from a more sinful tree.
No words were spoken between each other. Their task was ahead of them and, being the only humans alive, they really didn’t have all too much to speak about. The weather was always the same with two days of rain a cycle and five days of sunshine, what else was there to talk about?
The path they traveled was no more extravagant than anything else they had seen on their walks. They were never attacked by the beasts of the land as they had providence over all creatures, though some got awfully close to attacking before Cain did away with them. He was a true warrior despite the fact that there were only three men alive at the time. The entrance to God’s keep was very lack of thunder indeed. The only thing to tell them that they were near their god was the fact that in the distance was a footprint that Adam had left all the times ago for the past ten years of their service. He made sure to stick his foot in the same hold every time they headed back towards the house lest the winds of time cover it up and they waddle thoughtlessly past their destination.
In the very distance, over a mile, they could see the posh golden throne that Elohim sat on. He always knew what time they were coming and he always knew to be there on time. Cain would never dare throw a rock at his grandfather, but the thought had crossed his mind at times. The fact is that the old man would probably grab it out of the air and crush it in his mighty grip. The likes of his figure had a certain godly quality to it that the young boy just couldn’t put his finger on. While he hated being around people, he always admired the physique and aura that the old man had. If he was to grow up, that was how he envisioned himself.
Being so physically active day in and day out, it took the four of them no time at all to arrive at the throne of the almighty. The radiance of the plush chair itself was a thing to behold, but the majesty of God was a thing in unto itself.
Arriving at the same time they had always arrived, or at least what they could track as the sun swung over the Earth in revolution, Adam bowed his head and came forth, the head of the household presenting his basket of various fruits and veggies he had personally plucked from the solid ground. Backing away with his head lowered, Eve herself presented her own doings. She herself put the baskets together every week while her husband Adam worked the Earth. She had also been responsible for wearing the clothes that they all wore, her cheeks in full blush every time she wore her cloth in front of her maker. Abel too brought his dish forward. He had helped his father pick some of the pieces that went into the variety. After his presenting the boy slithered backwards. Elohim, up until this time, had a great smirk across his lips. His servants, the sentient pinnacle of his creation, were making him proud.
Cain, with his head up, took a step forward. Rather than seeing any holy divine essence in the old man, he rather, with his own ego riding, thought the bright glow and power were just what made him awesome. Lifting up the dead rabbits he tossed them forward, the three landing on the ground in front of the three baskets before the feet of the king of creation.
“And if you need help skinin’ ‘em, you let me know grandpapa.”
The smile slowly fell from Elohim’s face. Such arrogance. Such disrespect. It reminded him of…himself actually. He stared down at the little snapper as strongly as the confident little boy bore his eyes back up at the powerful figure before him. There seemed to be no fear in him, no wilt or wedge that could be grabbed onto to send his Jenga blocks falling. He was a strong, mean, cold figure that would grab life by the horns and not stop pulling until the beast was dead.
God looked back towards the humble three behind him. There they were. His followers. The first three. Two of them had already sinned against him. They had quickly learned their lesson. Their faithful young son in Abel was growing up to be a very potent follower of a religion he was yet to know but soon to understand. With the humble gifts he had received, the powerful being nodded and directed them back home, there to await the next seven days of plunder that was to arrive.
\ Chapter 2
Thus there was a great question to ponder. Good and evil. Bad and good. There being no formal religion between the only four people alive, the morals were not exactly wrong of Cain, nor were the attitudes of Adam, Eve, and Abel quite correct either. On one hand God saw that Cain had the ability to push all three of the other humans in existence around. On the other hand he saw that being humble came with respect for one’s brethren and the others they associated with. Cain got everything he wanted but was virtually an outcast while Abel had only the clothes on his skin but was accepted by the two adoring parents. There was no path that one could take where he would be both powerful and accepted. The first humans taught God that. It was a lesson he kept with him throughout the days that he spent in recorded history and after that. While he kept it in his omnipotent head, he played it out in many ways throughout the history that was to present itself. The ultimate game, though, was to see how it would play itself out up into the end of time. Judgment day.
Adam was growing old. Eve was beginning to sag. More humans populated the Earth and both Cain and Abel found themselves in good circumstances. Abel continued with caring for nature and bringing God the fruits and vegetables from the hollow grounds that belonged to the almighty. Cain, on the other hand, with his improving technology, hunted bigger game and squandered bigger pleasures. No animal was too large for him to take down, nor any woman too beautiful and upright to resist swooning in his wake. He was what every man up to that point would ever hope to be. In time his muscles grew as much as his heart did while Abel kept to himself with his little self-made cottage and the livestock that ate the pleasures from his fields. He never fenced them in because the love he had for them brought them back again and again. Birds would land on his shoulder for they knew not about the evils of man and wolves surrounded his complex, falling asleep next to the trusting rabbits that flocked the area. His own little private sanctuary was a safe haven for the creatures of the land, a break from all the killing and the bloodshed that was found on the outside.
By the age of fifty both Cain and Abel were working for themselves. Whole towns arose and cherished the abilities of the hunter. They knew of the kindhearted Abel and would sometimes use his innocence against him in taking food that they grasped with glutinous hearts. He didn’t mind, though. They could take it if they needed or wanted it. Unlike his parents back in the day, he had perfected the techniques of working the Earth to a point where it was just a matter of picking the fruits from the trees and the grapes from the vines every day. While he took in the vegetables and fruits, Cain brought in the beasts of the lands. Sometimes it was a lion. Sometimes it was a fire breathing hellhound. One time he even brought back the head of a gorgon, famed creature of Medusa. His skill quickly became legendary, but with so few people around and no writing system, he had a name that was forever lost into history with just a few verses.
On the Eve of his 60th birthday, the muscular and still fit Cain trudged forward. Like the rabbits he had held all those years ago, he held a mere goat by the horns as it dragged behind him, its body leaving a trail in the dirt. In the tradition of his parents, Abel came forward with the same weaved basket of fruits and veggies he had come with all those years ago, every week continuing the long-held offering to his grandfather.
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