Reverend Insanity Audiobook Novels & Stories

whispered the boy, dropping a touch of insistent dictation covered by its tiny tone. “Where are we?” he inquired. “Wake up, Praxis.” “Wake up!” The boy repeatedly hissed, but Praxis could fully understand nothing. The boy started it from a simple whisper that grew louder and louder until he screamed from the top of his lungs. It reverberated all around, each and every part of the abyss, entered inside his ears that covering it would still persistently make its way in. The echoes entering his head made him felt a bit unsteady. For countless times, his body seemed to have weakened again. He sat on the ground, eyes wide open, get laid on the floor, and until the deafening echoes enveloped the c

Just like that, a sense of worry rushed through my veins when I realized that I didn't bring any work items with me to the office, and my bag had only my phone and personal things in it. Biting my lower lip, I slowly started to shake my head, mumbling sheepishly, "No, I didn't bring any work stuff... I am so sorry, sir, I have never been anyone's secretary before... I know it's not an excuse, but please don't fire me... I can do better... I will do better.” No word left his lips as Levi watched me with a strange glint in his eyes, before rising from his seat and walking over to a bookshelf near the side of his desk.

We always knew there was something not right about him. He saw the folks in that church—the elderly couple who'd always reserved a seat for them, the men he'd sat alongside on the finance committee, the kids who'd played with Mark and Lily in the churchyard. They'd be shaking their heads, their own doubts and judgments justified by the Reverend's divine authority. His breakdown was now not just a scandal, but a sermon illustration, a cautionary tale from the pulpit.