Cover image for the anthology Saturn.
I’ve been authorized to let you know that my short story “Saving the Apostle” will be featured in the planetary anthology Saturn which is available for pre-order now to be delivered to your Kindle device on February 2, 2021.
Saturn is not only a planet or a pagan god, but the symbol of time and time travel. My short story is a remarkable marvel in that it presents a wholly Jewish view of early Christianity and particularly of the Apostle Paul. My friend “ProclaimLiberty” was directly responsible for the success of this tale, and without him, it wouldn’t exist, so thank you, good sir.
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The Fifth Chapter in the Undead Life of Sean Becker
“I tell you I turned him, so he’s mine!” Dolingen screeched, her piercing voice terrifying Sean.
“I spilled first blood, marked him for our kind. How dare you challenge me!”
Marishka and Dolingen were more like animals, rivals vying for a single mate,ready to kill for him. The scene was made all the more surreal by the sparely placed halogen lamps, normally used for emergency lighting in any other environment, providing the only illumination in their makeshift crypt.
“Wait! What am I, fresh meat?”
They both turned toward Sean as if noticing him for the first time. Fangs bared and hissing like twin feral cats, they clearly thought of him as property and all that needed to be settled is who took possession.
Antonie had first laughed at this sport like a mad Nero holding the match that ignited a burning Rome. Then he crossed his arms and seemed content to be casually amused by their display. As the two female predators began to slowly advance on the object of their struggle, the Romanian waved his arms and then a dozen family members immediately advanced to restrain the both of them.
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“I won! I won!”
Benny knew he was embarrassing himself but he didn’t care. As he walked past the State Lottery office, he jumped up and down while raising his arms in victory, like a prize-fighter who had won a boxing match that he was expected to lose.
He wore an exceedingly wide smile as he walked down the street. He still couldn’t believe he now owned the biggest reward anyone could possibly receive. All of his worries were over. He’d never have to fret about his future fate again. It was all taken care of.
After Martha brought her sister Mary to meet Jesus outside Bethany, Mary threw herself at his feet weeping, “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.” She was bitter in her heart but secretly hopeful as well. As her sister Martha had told her, “Even now, I know that whatever Jesus asks of God, God will give to him. We can still have our brother Lazarus back.”
The mourners had followed the sisters from their home to where Jesus was waiting outside the village, and there was a great cry of anguish in the air.
Jesus placed his hand upon Mary’s head. “Where have you laid him.”
Seeing the tremendous grief Mary and Martha suffered, he too began to weep. The crowd thought it was because Jesus had loved Lazarus so much that he too mourned the loss. They didn’t understand that Jesus had known the man Lazarus was to die and that it was for the glory of the Almighty.
“Lord, come and see.” Mary rose and took the Master’s hand, pulling him in the direction of the tomb.
He went with them, still deeply moved by their grief. The mourners followed so there was a sizable group of people present when they came to the cave. The opening was covered with a stone sealing the corpse inside.
“Remove the stone,” Jesus said.
Shocked, Martha replied, “Lord, by this time there will be a stench for he has been dead four days!”