Eric Church What I Almost Was Novels & Stories

© Written By Victor Olusa Episode 16 AMERICA WASHINGTON DC Alright! Where next?" "To Horizon Zero base. I'm going to wipe out the existence of that organization." Eric replied, puffing smoke out through his nostrils and mouth at the same time. "Aren't you enjoying the screams?" Eric asked, staring at the burning court building. "Their yelps and screams is just like music to my ears!" Eric threw the cigarette into the fire from the burning building. "Let's go!" Eric said, and walked over to a Black Mercedes Benz jeep, with the other following behind. "I'm thirsty for blood!"

Damian's two friends were having too much fun with the local girls to notice that their friend Damian had gone missing. After a long time, Eric finally regained consciousness. Picking himself up slowly from the ground, he wondered what had just happened to him. The pain had gone; he no longer felt any pain in his head or heart... in fact, he didn't feel any pain whatsoever. He felt great... reborn!

Then, he walked out without even a backward glance, leaving the officiant frozen in stunned silence. That was when I realized how pathetic I'd been in this whole relationship. I actually thought begging might work, that maybe he'd finally change his mind for once. But reality kept slapping me in the face, making it clear Logan couldn't care less about how I felt. I held myself together just enough to see the guests out, choking back the emotions that were threatening to burst out of me. But the whispers still found me. "So Ellie was just some pathetic simp all along. And here we thought she'd scored a hotshot pilot boyfriend."

Damn, she looks like a mess. "Sh*t. F*ck it," Eric cursed inwardly. If only Jane was in her right mind, she would complain about Eric’s curse. Eric was known as the “Mr. Angel,” on their campus. She rarely hears him curse, but now, she feels as if there will be many cursing words that would slip from his lips. Eric leaned closer and kissed her lips again. Slurp. Slurp. The sticky sounds of their saliva mingling at each other resonated around his room.

"Hello, Father Archie. My two friends just leave a message and a copy of the program for today’s Holy Mass celebration. After making an excuse. I apologize if it's not ready, but we can move further. I'll be the one helping you with the students taking part in these festivities. “ As the priest laughs at her, Ericka politely clarifies, stating, That frequently occurs, Miss Mendel, therefore we shouldn't view it as a serious problem. God demands loyalty and obedience from us rather than perfection. Now hurry up!" As the priest began the opening ceremony in front of all the Campos pupils, Ericka held the microphone. Until she finishes the deal, Ericka doesn't mind Mr. Rico any more. They are a

And the instant I entered the place of god, an astoundingly soothing warmth sheathed my body, away from the torturously despicable chillness outside. The interior of the church was none like any I had ever perceived before. Innumerable rows were lined up in the gigantic hall, and at the farthest end, which appeared like a mile way, stood the heightened crucifix. King Eric quickly reached the lectern and surveyed Jesus grievously. I walked through the ridiculously extended aisle and stood beside him, gawking at his face stupidly. Suddenly, he left me dumbfounded, as tears came gushing down his otherwise stony eyes and he fell onto his knees. He hung his head down and wept bitterly. Those tear

The chapel bell tolled, heavy and low. Time for the sermon. I moved through the corridors like a ghost, nodding at parishioners, greeting the choir, reciting words that meant nothing anymore. The scent of incense filled the air, holy and suffocating. And then I saw him. Ezreal. Sitting at the back pew, legs spread, gaze fixed on me. He didn’t look like someone who belonged in a church. He looked like the temptation every scripture warned about, smiling in the face of sanctity.

Randy smiled bitterly, "Enoch is declaring war on us." Enoch had never meant much to him growing up, but deep down, he had still wanted Enoch's approval. Now? He just wanted to cut ties with that monster. Enoch didn't deserve to be a father. ... Inside a valley church, Erica woke up to see everything dim. She could faintly hear voices. It seemed to be a creepy prayer that made her head pound. She tried to move, only to find herself tied up with ropes. Her body still felt numb from the drugs.

"Repeat after me, I....." "I, Erickson Arnold, take Rayne Edwards to be my lovely wedded wife, In sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, for better and for worse, to love, Cherish and care for you till death do us part." Eric said, cutting the priest shut as he stared into my soul. It was as if he was seeing my soul. I could feel my tears wanting to fall but I held it, I really wished my mum was here. It could have been a joyous thing to see her little girl standing at the altar today. I know she and my dad will be watching it wherever they're.

But his timing was off. “Sshh. Sshh.” Claire put her finger to her mouth as Eric spoke again. With the likelihood of the meeting reverting to its earlier tedium, he sat back on the plastic chair and let the words wash over him. “You may have noticed an area round the chapel has been cordoned off. The vicar’s Great Dane dug up a large bone.” Eric paused dramatically and puffed out his chest like a preening rooster. “Of course, the reverend brought it straight to me. I thought it looked like a human thigh bone, so we called the police immediately.”