Chapter 6: Ascension Graveyard by Candice Coates

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Chapter 6

The Encounter Blog interview with Etta Castle Teague
HL: Some people still think you’re crazy, that you’ve instigated fear and confusion just like you did twelve years ago. What do you have to say to those people?
ECT: Nothing.
HL: Nothing at all? You don’t want to defend yourself or your cause against the sequence?
ECT: The fruit defends the worth of its own tree. And what’s to be said? I mean once upon a time, people who thought crop circles were made by aliens, and not some artist looking to freak people out, were labeled as crazy or “special.” Not in the kind-you-are-important-to-me special, but the special that asks “Did you take your meds? Does your gene pool look more like a saucepan? Did your mom drop you on your head when you were a baby? Or all of the above…If those doubters could see the bondage of the world now I wonder what they would say…

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It was early afternoon when Pastor Clive Meeks felt the searing pain rip through his chest. If he had not already experienced a heart attack he would have thought that this pain was just that, a heart attack.

This pain, however, did not radiate down his left side. It took the wind out of him, made the marrow in his bones quiver, and sent a panic coursing through his veins. He gasped for breath, his pale eyes wide as a full moon as he rushed towards his chapel office, stumbling into his private bathroom. He clutched his chest. The vibrating pulse was so intense, so incredible that it nearly loosed his bowels.

Clive let out a surrendered whimper, his pulse decreasing, his head swooning with dizziness. Sweat poured down the sides of his face and saturated the collar of his blue dress shirt. He grabbed a fistful of toilet tissue and dabbed his forehead. His legs were still too shaken for him to rise. If he didn’t know any better he would have thought Tilly had poisoned him. They’d been at each other’s throats so fiercely the last few months. Money had always been tight but things seemed to be growing tighter. He could imagine her knocking him off just for his measly life insurance policy payout.

She was a bane of a wife.

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