This is chapter 26 of my novel, Foreign. I’m finally in uncharted territory! For the last 26 weeks, everything I’ve published was already written in some form. From here on out, all of it is brand new. It’s a surreal feeling. The events described in this week’s chapter have been ten years in the making. It feels great to finally press forward and write scenes that have been in my mind for almost a decade. So keep reading, keep the feedback coming, and spread the word. As always, I post these new chapters on Friday. However, I don’t think noon is going to be a realistic goal in the future. Also, if you need to catch up on previous chapters, click here. Enjoy!

  

 

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    “It’s time to leave for your journey; I’m going to miss you,” Deena’s sorrowful voice woke Mark from his sleep. Opening his eyes, he saw that she was sitting at the foot of his bed. She rested her hand on his leg, and added, “You should take one more shower while you’re here. I’m more than willing to help you get ready.”

    Still half asleep, he was sufficiently awake to feel creeped out by her continual advances. “No thanks. I think I can clean myself.”

    “You don’t have to stay here,” Mark eventually added, hoping she’d give him some privacy.

    “I don’t mind.”

    Ugh!

    The shower didn’t help him wake up. He wasn’t sure if it was the only six hours of sleep he had been getting, the fact that he was probably going to die in his second escape attempt through sewage, or the fact that it always looked like night in the Pit, but he felt miserable. Continue Reading…

Chapter 25 – Preparation

August 14, 2015 — 1 Comment

 

This is chapter 25 of my novel, Foreign. I publish a new chapter each Friday at noon. If you’ve missed any previous chapters, check out the archives page here. Make sure to subscribe to my blog so you’ll get each new chapter as it comes out on Friday. If you like what you’ve been reading, please spread the word. Enjoy!

 

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    Deena returned after what felt like a short time, announcing that it was already half way through the first shift, time to meet Hauzel again. Mark couldn’t look at her the same way, knowing what Justin had described to him earlier in their conversation.

    Hauzel greeted the three of them in the same meeting room as before. Only, this time, he had a few assistants with him. Along with his additional assistants, there was a meager pile of supplies spread out on tables in the middle of the room.

    “This is all you’re giving us to survive out in the wilderness?” Justin was incredulous. Continue Reading…

 

This is chapter 24 of my novel, Foreign, I publish a new chapter each week at noon(ish) on Friday. If you want to catch up on previous chapters, check out the archives here. Make sure to subscribe to my blog so you’ll get each new chapter right when it comes out. And spread the word if you like what you’re reading.

 

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    “Wait. What?” Mark couldn’t believe what he had heard.

    “I think your people are still alive. I don’t know how many by now, or if they’ve stayed in the same place. But I want you to find out.” Hauzel explained.

    Justin sputtered, “But we wouldn’t even know where to look.”

    “I do.” Hauzel said, directing their attention to the map. “Look here. Tielmetra is seated in the heart of the Monten Tal Tiel where the Tielrina runs down from Tielmonta over here.”

    “In the heart of the what? By the what? Down from the what?” Justin asked. Continue Reading…

 

This is chapter 23 of my novel, Foreign. I post a new chapter each Friday. If you’ve missed any previous chapters, you can check out the archives here. Don’t forget to subscribe to my blog so you can get every new chapter delivered right to your inbox each week. And spread the word if you like what you read.

 

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    “Dude! Wake up!”

    Mark awoke to Justin’s voice in the same dim yellow light he remembered the night before. It was an eery feeling. He had no idea what time of day it was. The Pit’s lack of sunlight was already messing with his internal clock after sleeping just one time.

    “How long was I out?” Mark asked, sitting up in the bed.

    “No idea. But I do know that last night was great, wasn’t it?” Continue Reading…

 

 

This is chapter 22 of my novel, Foreign. I publish a new chapter each Friday at noon. If you’d like to catch up on previous chapters, you can check out the archives here. To make sure you get each each right when it comes out, subscribe to my blog in the upper right corner of this page. That way you won’t miss out on any updates. If you like what you’re reading, spread the word. Enjoy!

 

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    Mark toyed with the idea of taking out the solitary guard, but he resisted the thought. This man obviously trusted the strength of his one guard to dismiss all the rest… or he trusted Mark and Justin.

    Justin sat up next to Mark and yelled over the loud music, “I’m fine. Thanks for asking, by the way.”

    “Sorry I didn’t stop to see how you were. In case you didn’t notice, we were being groped by a bunch of guards when they took off your helmet.”

    The large man interrupted their bickering with a bellowing shout. Although they couldn’t understand what he said, he garnered their attention anyway. Then his second guard had returned. The man motioned from the guard to Mark and Justin, and the guard approached. He held a tiny device that looked like a hearing aid in each of his hands. He gave one to both Mark and Justin.

    Without hesitation, Justin lifted his hand, as if he was going to throw the device away.

    Mark reached over. “Stop! What are you doing, you idiot?” Continue Reading…