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April 4, 2013
Chapter 20 Part 2 – Call for Obstruction
Go back to Chapter 1 to read from the beginning
OR read the summary below and jump in.
So far, Barry has signed his soul into servitude to Satan on Earth. He desperately wants out of his contract, but Margery, his demon boss, tortures him with her magical cigarettes when he refuses to follow orders. She’s forcing him to transport concentrated evil energy from Denver to Trinidad, Colorado, where demons dump the substance down air shafts into an abandoned coal mine. It’s forming a rift that will soon open The Gates of Hell and spill Hell’s refugee camp onto Earth.
Knowing how bad life will be for both humans and demons once the gates open, Margery and senior driver Vern ask Barry to help plug up the air shafts. He agrees until he finds out they plan to sacrifice innocent children down into the hell hole. To get Barry back on board, Margery contracts Nina, his love interest. She promises to release Nina from servitude and give her to Barry if he follows through on the plan. Otherwise, Nina will suffer.
Barry has no choice but to transport a box truck full of kids to Trinidad. On the way, Trisha, an Angel’s Apprentice seizes the truck and agrees not to kill Barry if he turns informant for the angels. When he agrees, she hands him Vern’s head to deliver to Margery. An hour later Nina picks up Barry on the side of the road. They have their first kiss after being attacked by huge spheres from heaven. Later, at the Trinidad warehouse, Margery attempts to get information from Vern’s head but fails.
The Courier Series is about Barry White, a twenty-something computer geek with an overbearing mother, no prospects of finding a girlfriend, and an unemployment record that’s made him pessimistic he’ll ever be happy.
In Call for Obstruction, Barry has just lost his fourth jobs in the past year due to corporate downsizing. Desperate for employment, he jumps at the first position he’s offered over the phone, driver for OTG Courier Services. Shortly after meeting his new boss, a tiny yet fiery old lady named Margery, she coerces him into signing a questionable employment contract he soon regrets.
The Courier was originally written as a twitter novel @TheCourierNovel in 2009, and the same year it won the Annual Textnovel Writing Contest. Later parts of the story are still tweeting.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
W. J. Howard lives near Denver and writes horror, fantasy and sci-fi with a bit of comedy mixed in. Wendy is also the Co-op Manager for Visionary Press Cooperative, leading an innovative way to publish.
In the bathroom, Nina’s standing in front of the mirror, wiping tears from her cheek with a long piece of toilet paper, hanging nearly to the floor. She cries harder when she sees me.
“Don’t let Margery get to you. It only encourages her to torture you more.” I turn on the hot water and pull a half dozen paper towels from the dispenser. “Here. Wet them and bring them back to the table. And hurry.”
“You do it. She’ll just find something else wrong.” She comes across beaten down, the same way I was my first day. I’ve never seen her hair so messy and the rest of her appearance so unkempt.
“It’ll be worse if you don’t bring them back. She likes to torment the new drivers.” I wet the towels and squeeze out the excess water. “Seriously, she paralyzed me and made me piss my pants my first day.”
Nina chuckles and takes the wad of wet paper towels. “Tell me this is a dream.”
“I wish I could.” I pull some dry towels from the dispenser. “Here. Take these too. She’ll probably want to dry off.”
“I’m so glad you’re here with me.” She stretches up on her toes and kisses the air like she’s kissing my cheek. Nina smiles, then runs from the bathroom.
My cheek tingles as if her lips had touched my skin. I lean over the sink and look at myself in the mirror. Now is not the time to get involved with Nina. God, please help me stay focused. Help me help you—
A single tap at the window interrupts my pitiful prayer. Sounded like a rock hit the glass. It happens again. I walk over and peek through the window. Tricia’s crouched under a bush, about forty feet away from the building. She’s waving at me to join her outside.
The window’s unlocked and slides open to the left on the metal track easy enough. Luckily there’s not screen to take off. I lean my head out and look for Oscar or anyone else who might see me. No one’s there, so I hop up on the sill and jump out the window onto a gravel drive.
Trisha’s hiding inside a cluster of sticker bush. “Get in here,” she says.
“How? The thorns.”
“Would you rather be seen with me or get a few scratches?”
Sure enough, thorns prick and scratch my arms. Droplets of blood form on my arm, but just as quickly heal. “Damn it. It hurts,” I complain. “Find a safer place next time.”
“Safer place? Do you have any idea what would happen to me if Margery catches us?”
“Fine. What’s up?”
“There were no kids in the trucks. Margery used you and Vern as decoys.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” she says. “So where are the children?”
“How should I know. Margery said the plans going down tonight, but I assumed you guys taking the kids changed that. If you don’t have the kids . . . . Oh shit, the van locks.” I stop short, thinking how Margery’s a mastermind who set us all up.
“What about the locks?”
“I have a master key to the vans, only Margery changed the locks for this morning’s run.”
“You think she put the kids in the vans? And wait a minute. You said the plans going down tonight? What else do you know.”
“Nothing. I swear.”
“This is not turning out like I’d hoped. Barry, you’ve got to find out if she snuck the kids past us in the vans. We have to stop her from sacrificing those kids.”
“Anything else you want me to do?” I say all snide like.
“Something next to impossible,” she says. “I need you to find a breach in the shield around the Bellow’s Ranch. A way for the white warriors to get in and save the kids.”
“Exactly how do you expect me to snoop around for that information?”
“You want out of your contract?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then you’ll figure it out.”
“And, if Margery finds out what I’m doing, you going to be there to help me.”
“Of course not.”
I lower and shake my head as all my regrets flood my thoughts.
“I’m sorry, Barry. You signed the contract. There’s nothing I can do to help you.”
“Why can’t you make me one of those white warriors. Let me fight with them.”
“That’s not an option for you. You’ve dug yourself in too deep. This is your mission,” she says. “Have faith and you’ll figure out how to bring down the shield. When you do, Barry, come back here, to the bush, and look for me. I’ll be waiting.”
I crawl out from under the bush and climb back inside.
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April 3, 2013
Chapter 20 Part 1 – Call for Obstruction
Go back to Chapter 1 to read from the beginning
OR read the summary below and jump in.
So far, Barry has signed his soul into servitude to Satan on Earth. He desperately wants out of his contract, but Margery, his demon boss, tortures him with her magical cigarettes when he refuses to follow orders. She’s forcing him to transport concentrated evil energy from Denver to Trinidad, Colorado, where demons dump the substance down air shafts into an abandoned coal mine. It’s forming a rift that will soon open The Gates of Hell and spill Hell’s refugee camp onto Earth.
Knowing how bad life will be for both humans and demons once the gates open, Margery and senior driver Vern ask Barry to help plug up the air shafts. He agrees until he finds out they plan to sacrifice innocent children down into the hell hole. To get Barry back on board, Margery contracts Nina, his love interest. She promises to release Nina from servitude and give her to Barry if he follows through on the plan. Otherwise, Nina will suffer.
Barry has no choice but to transport a box truck full of kids to Trinidad. On the way, Trisha, an Angel’s Apprentice seizes the truck and agrees not to kill Barry if he turns informant for the angels. When he agrees, she hands Vern’s head to him to deliver to Margery. An hour later Nina picks up Barry on the side of the road. They have their first kiss after being attacked by huge spheres from heaven. Margery then finds out Vern’s dead.
The Courier Series is about Barry White, a twenty-something computer geek with an overbearing mother, no prospects of finding a girlfriend, and an unemployment record that’s made him pessimistic he’ll ever be happy.
In Call for Obstruction, Barry has just lost his fourth jobs in the past year due to corporate downsizing. Desperate for employment, he jumps at the first position he’s offered over the phone, driver for OTG Courier Services. Shortly after meeting his new boss, a tiny yet fiery old lady named Margery, she coerces him into signing a questionable employment contract he soon regrets.
The Courier was originally written as a twitter novel @TheCourierNovel in 2009, and the same year it won the Annual Textnovel Writing Contest. Later parts of the story are still tweeting.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
W. J. Howard lives near Denver and writes horror, fantasy and sci-fi with a bit of comedy mixed in. Wendy is also the Co-op Manager for Visionary Press Cooperative, leading an innovative way to publish.
When we enter the garage at the Trinidad warehouse, I have to swerve around engine parts thrown all over the floor. Margery’s in her demon form, towering over Oscar. They’re behind his workbench, and she’s poking at his shoulders. With each step she forces him backward, but his chest is puffed out with confidence like it always is.
“Oh my God,” Nina says while panting. “It’s all true.”
“So you had to see it to believe it, huh?” I had managed to cut our drive time down to thirty-five minute. The whole way we argued about reality: Nina sure there was some explanation for all the bizarre happenings and me trying to convince her she was in denial. That didn’t go over well. She refused to believe the Gates of Hell were about to open nor the plan to sacrifice kids down the air shafts to plug it up. May have been a bad move on my part to tell her, especially if Margery heard our conversation.
“Do me a favor. Keep you mouth shut and stay behind me.” I turn off the engine, get out of the van, and slam the door hard, hoping to attract Margery’s attention.
She turns her head and deflates back to an old lady. I hope that means she’s happy to see us. “You two wait for me at my desk.” She flips two cigarettes out of no where and darts the cherry end at Oscar head.
I wince then grab Nina’s arm and guide her away from the pair. She’s shaking.
“What did he do?” Nina whispers.
“I thought I told you to shut up.”
As we enter the lobby, Margery’s already at her desk. She’s propping herself up with one hand and puffing a cigar with the other. “I don’t know how Vern smoked these things.”
“I’m sorry about Vern,” Nina says then leans in and whispers, “She really is everywhere.”
“Shut up,” Margery tells her.
“Why does everyone keep telling me to shut up?”
I squeeze Nina’s arm, guide her to a chair, and force her to sit. “Seriously, listen to Margery. Shut . . . up.”
Nina hunches over, still shaking, a single tear streaming down her cheek. “I know I’m suppose to be quiet, but I feel really dizzy.” She barely finished her sentence when she leans away from me. I try to catch her before she falls, but I’m too late.
Margery and I laugh at how Nina landed on her face. “Ah, you are evil,” Margery says.
I clear my throat. Margery calling me evil is worse than a hit from one of her cigarettes. I rush around the chair to lift Nina off the floor. She’s unsteady as she fumbles for the chair seat. “Sorry,” I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear. She shivers, then gasps when she see’s Margery.
“Oh knock off the drama, you two, or you’ll end up like Vern.”
“Stop it. Give her a chance to get used it all,” I say.
“I don’t have time for that, especially since you blabbered to her about closing the gates.” Margery turns to Nina. “You better get used to this face, girlie, because you’re going to be seeing a lot of it.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask.
“Nina’s been promoted to my personal assistant so I can keep an eye on her.”
“She’ll never last five minutes with you. Let her stay with me instead.”
“Not a chance,” Margery says. “I’ve got a lot of work around here she can do. How are you at filing?”
Nina sits silent, staring at Margery, her cheeks wet.
“Well? You going to answer? Or, maybe I should send you out to the Bellow’s Ranch to entertain the demons. They’d keep a really close eye on a pretty young things like you. And a few claws too.”
“I can file,” Nina snaps back.
Oscar interrupts. “Cleaning up trash in the vans is not in my job description.” He’s holding up Vern’s head by the tuft of his bad comb over hair. Both Oscar’s eyes and surrounding sockets are black up to his eyebrows, as if Margery gave him a couple shiners.
“Gimme that,” Margery says. She mumbles something unintelligable that ends in “Trisha.”
Oscar throws it at her over Nina’s head. A chunk of flesh falls on Nina’s lap. She stands and screams, “Get it off me!”
“Shut her up or the demons will.” Margery sets Vern upright on the table.
Holding her mouth, Nina drops to her seat.
“I need to ask Vern a few questions,” she says while slapping his cheek. “There might be a minutes worth of life left in him.”
What is she doing? There can’t be any more life in Vern. His face is all squished and one side of his lip is so puffed out he can’t possibly open his mouth. I search my memory, wondering if I said anything incriminating to Trisha that Vern might have overheard.
Margery pounds her fist on top of Vern’s head. “Wake up!” Bloody goo oozes out from under his neck, but there’s no response from Vern. After a second and a third hit, his eyes snap open. She leans in and yells in his face. “Welcome back, dumbass!”
Vern spits coagulated blood out of his mouth and it splatters across Margery’s face and clothes. “What happened?”
“For starters, look down and tell me what you see?” Margery wipes her face with her hand. “Someone, go get me a wet towel.”
I nudge Nina with my elbow, “You better do it.” She runs from the room.
“My body!” Vern gurgles when he talks. “The bitch cut my head off!”
“Bingo,” Margery says, “and you have about thirty seconds to answer my questions.”
“But all those kids in the warehouse, and I never got a chance to—”
“We don’t have time to discuss your sex life.”
My stomach wretches. I hope management reserved a special corner of Hell for the bastard.
“Did you tell Trisha we’re carrying out the plan tonight?” Margery says slowly.
My eyes widen. Tonight? How can the plan go down tonight? Trisha took the kids.
Vern’s eyes close, and it takes a couple more whacks before they open back up.
“Well, did you tell her about tonight?”
Vern replies in gibberish that sounds like some demonic language.
“Damn it! He’s fully transitioned.” Margery picks up Vern’s head and throws it across the room. She holds out her bloody hands. “Where’s your girl with my towel.”
“Giving her a chance,” I say. “I’m sure she’s on her way back.”
“She’s had enough chances in life. The only thing she’s good for—”
“Don’t say it.” I hold up my hands and back away. “I’ll get your towel.”
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April 2, 2013
Chapter 19 Part 2 – Call for Obstruction
Go back to Chapter 1 to read from the beginning
OR read the summary below and jump in.
So far, Barry has signed his soul into servitude to Satan on Earth. He’s a driver for OTG Courier Services, forced by his demon boss, Margery, to transport concentrated evil energy from Denver to Trinidad, Colorado. Demons on the Bellow’s Ranch are dumping the substance down an abandoned coal mine’s air shafts, and it’s forming a rift between Earth and Hell that will soon open.
Despite the fact that serving Satan comes with immortal life and any sinful thing his heart desires, Barry desperately wants out of his contract. Margery has other plans for Barry and bullies him to obey or suffer the consequences she inflicts with one wave of her magical cigarettes. Barry’s not giving up though. He plays the good employee and volunteers for overtime, resolved to snoop around for contract loopholes. Only the other OTG employees go missing—likely kidnapped by white warriors who fight for God’s angels. Margery makes Barry and senior driver Vern fill in, leaving Barry no time for anything other than work.
Knowing how bad life will be once the Gates of Hell open, Margery and Vern ask Barry to help plug up the air shafts. He agrees until he finds out they plan to sacrifice innocent children down into the hell hole. To get Barry back on board, Margery contracts Nina, his love interest. She promises to release her from servitude and give her to Barry if he follows through on the plan. Barry has no choice but to transport a box truck full of kids to Trinidad. On the way, Trisha, the girl he’s met a few times while picking up coffee for Margery, forces Barry off the road. She is an Angel’s Apprentice and agrees not to kill Barry if he turns informant for the angels. Trisha then hands Vern’s head to him to deliver to Margery.
The Courier Series is about Barry White, a twenty-something computer geek with an overbearing mother, no prospects of finding a girlfriend, and an unemployment record that’s made him pessimistic he’ll ever be happy.
In Call for Obstruction, Barry has just lost his fourth jobs in the past year due to corporate downsizing. Desperate for employment, he jumps at the first position he’s offered over the phone, driver for OTG Courier Services. Shortly after meeting his new boss, a tiny yet fiery old lady named Margery, she coerces him into signing a questionable employment contract he soon regrets.
The Courier was originally written as a twitter novel @TheCourierNovel in 2009, and the same year it won the Annual Textnovel Writing Contest. Later parts of the story are still tweeting.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
W. J. Howard lives near Denver and writes horror, fantasy and sci-fi with a bit of comedy mixed in. Wendy is also the Co-op Manager for Visionary Press Cooperative, leading an innovative way to publish.
Nina’s been thrashing around in the passenger seat, trying to keep her feet away from Vern’s head. “Is there some place you can put that?” she asks. Besides constant moaning and groaning, it’s the the only thing she’s said since we got back on the highway.
Sure, she’s creeped out, but the foul odor it’s emitting, a cross between cigar smoke and roadkill, is becoming more of a problem. I veer into the median and park. “Hand me the head.”
“I’m not touching it.” She scrunches her face in disgust. Even though she’s irritating the crap out of me, she looks kind of cute.
“C’mon. It’s in a bag.”
“I’m not touching it.”
“Fine.” I yank the bag up from the floorboard and the plastic grazes her leg.
“Tsk.” She brushes away Vern’s cooties. “You did that on purpose.”
I shake my head and get out of the van.
The master key is in my pocket. For some reason Margery trusts me now. Or maybe it’s because I’m the only driver who can do everyone else’s jobs. Damn, I’m the new Vern.
The door handle is different than the standard one though, and the keyhole is much smaller. Still I try it, and of course it doesn’t fit. I jiggle the door handle, and of course it doesn’t move. Great.
I lift the bag up and examine Vern’s face. “Looks like we’ll both have to put up with Nina’s whining for another hour, buddy. Maybe I’ll play some loud music you’ll both hate.”
Vern’s eyes and mouth snap open. He lets out a hiss that fogs up the bag.
My neck jerks back. “Shit.”
“Barry! Barry!” Nina calls out from the passenger side window. “Margery’s asking for you.”
Back in the van, I don’t give Nina a choice. I shove the head at her. “Here.” She has to take it before it drops in her lap. “I don’t have the right key for the back.”
“Jerk,” Nina complains. “Margery, you should see what he’s doing.”
“Shut up, girlie.”
“What do you want . . . Marge?” I interrupt.
“I don’t think I like your tone . . . Honey.”
“Hey. My mood is your fault. You sent Vern and me out in unprotected trucks.”
“Oh that,” Margery coughs out a laugh. “Nina said she picked you up south of Colorado Springs. What happened to the truck?”
“Angel’s apprentice mean anything to you.”
“Trisha,” she says long and drawn out. “Where’s Vern?”
I don’t answer.
“Where’s Vern?”
“He’s dead,” Nina interjects. “We have his head.”
Margery lets out a growl that rocks the van. I’m glad we’re miles away from her cigarettes and vile breath. “You have thirty minutes to get to the warehouse.”
“We’re an hour away,” I tell her.
Click. She’s gone.
I turn my head to Nina. She’s got her feet up on the seat now, hugging her legs. “That can’t be comfortable.”
“This may sound weird, but I think he bit me.”
“No. Not weird. Actually, there are a few things I need to tell you before we get to Trinidad.” I pull out on the highway and gun the engine.
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April 1, 2013
Chapter 19 Part 1 – Call for Obstruction
Go back to Chapter 1 to read from the beginning
OR read the summary below and jump in.
So far, Barry has signed his soul into servitude to Satan on Earth. He’s a driver for OTG Courier Services, forced by his demon boss, Margery, to transport concentrated evil energy from Denver to Trinidad, Colorado. Demons on the Bellow’s Ranch are dumping the substance down an abandoned coal mine’s air shafts, and it’s forming a rift between Earth and Hell that will soon open.
Despite the fact that serving Satan comes with immortal life and any sinful thing his heart desires, Barry desperately wants out of his contract. Margery has other plans for Barry and bullies him to obey or suffer the consequences she inflicts with one wave of her magical cigarettes. Barry’s not giving up though. He plays the good employee and volunteers for overtime, resolved to snoop around for contract loopholes. Only the other OTG employees go missing—likely kidnapped by white warriors who fight for God’s angels. Margery makes Barry and senior driver Vern fill in, leaving Barry no time for anything other than work.
Knowing how bad life will be once the Gates of Hell open, Margery and Vern ask Barry to help plug up the air shafts. He agrees until he finds out they plan to sacrifice innocent children down into the hell hole. To get Barry back on board, Margery contracts Nina, his love interest. She promises to release her from servitude and give her to Barry if he follows through on the plan. Barry has no choice but to transport a box truck full of kids to Trinidad. On the way, Trisha, the girl he’s met a few times while picking up coffee for Margery, forces Barry off the road. She is an Angel’s Apprentice and agrees not to kill Barry if he turns informant for the angels. Trisha then hands Vern’s head to him to deliver to Margery.
The Courier Series is about Barry White, a twenty-something computer geek with an overbearing mother, no prospects of finding a girlfriend, and an unemployment record that’s made him pessimistic he’ll ever be happy.
In Call for Obstruction, Barry has just lost his fourth jobs in the past year due to corporate downsizing. Desperate for employment, he jumps at the first position he’s offered over the phone, driver for OTG Courier Services. Shortly after meeting his new boss, a tiny yet fiery old lady named Margery, she coerces him into signing a questionable employment contract he soon regrets.
The Courier was originally written as a twitter novel @TheCourierNovel in 2009, and the same year it won the Annual Textnovel Writing Contest. Later parts of the story are still tweeting.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
W. J. Howard lives near Denver and writes horror, fantasy and sci-fi with a bit of comedy mixed in. Wendy is also the Co-op Manager for Visionary Press Cooperative, leading an innovative way to publish.
Damn it’s hot. And it’s only been a five mile hike since Trisha took my truck. Most of the heat is reflecting off the pavement, and not even a gust from a passing semi provides any relief.
While I’m still pissed Trisha left me stranded, I’m glad she took the kids. One less concern, especially now that Nina’s a driver. Then again, what will Margery do when she finds out Vern’s dead and her plan’s been derailed by an Angel’s Apprentice. Hell, what if she already know. I look down at Vern’s head, swinging at my right side. Poor bastard will be melty gelatin and skull by the time we reach Trinidad. Could be prettier than what Margery does to me.
I turn to the sound of roaring engines. Three vehicles including a red van approach. I jump and wave my arms, hoping it’s an OTG driver. Passers by would be horrified if they could make out Vern’s head flapping around.
The van passes, then pulls over and stops twenty or so yards down the road. “Yes,” I whisper and run to catch up.
Nina’s driving. “Bear, why you walking? Where’s your—” She retracts and screams at the sight of Vern’s head.
I ignore her and settle in the passenger seat. “Shut up and drive,” I say, too tired to put up with her girlie shit.
Nina squeals as she pulls away from the median and nearly side swipes a passing car.
“What the hell are you doing!” I grip the dashboard with both hands.
“Are you going to hurt me?” she whimpers while staring down at Vern’s head, resting against my feet. Another car swerves out of our way and blares its horn.
“Watch the road!” I tell her and reach to steer the van back into our lane. “I didn’t do it, okay.”
“Who did?”
“Never mind, just drive.” If I tell her about Trisha and the angel apprentices, she won’t believe me anyways.
After a couple miles Nina breaks the silence. “What happened to you, Barry? You used to be so nice. Now you’re punching old ladies and carrying around the head of God knows who.”
“It’s Vern, and he has nothing to do with God.” I laugh. “He’s a driver, like us.”
“See, what I mean. It’s not funny. The guy’s dead.”
“If you knew Vern, you’d know he got what he deserved.”
All at once there’s a thump on top of the van and it jerks and rocks.
“Not again!” Nina screams. “I can’t do this again!”
I look up into the sky and expect to see white warriors descending. What hits the windshield instead is a white sphere, like the one Trisha threw at me. Only it rebounds off the windshield, probably because the van’s protected, then falls back down onto the hood. With each bounce it increases in size. The van rocks from the force. The steering wheel shakes in Nina’s hands until she gives up and releases her grip.
“Brake, Nina! Brake!” I grab the wheel, but not before the van is off road, headed toward a barbed wire fence. Nina’s frozen, her hands up in the air now. I push her legs out of the way with my foot and press down hard on the the brake pedal. When we stop short of a fence post, I’m half in her lap. “What the hell’s the matter with you,” I say.
“I can’t do this Barry. I can’t do this job.” She’s crying hysterically and slurring her words.
I want to shake her back to reality. Instead, I lean into her face. “Yeah Nina, you can’t do anything, can you?”
Nina stops crying, looks into my eyes.
“Just put the van in park.”
Nina doesn’t move. She’s looking at me weird, or in a way I can say women hardly ever look at me.
“Are you going to park it or what?” My eyes widen as I stare into her glaring eyes.
She smiles and reaches her hand up, but not for the gear shift. Her finger tips reach around my neck and our lips meet.
But I pull away. “Why’d you do that?”
“Do what? Kiss you?”
“Yeah. Why’d you kiss me?” What I really want to know is what changed her mind about me. All she’s ever wanted is a friendship with conditions. Why, all of the sudden, am I good enough to kiss? Or is it that I’m bad enough to kiss.
Nina frowns. “What do you mean? You kissed me too.”
“Well, don’t do it again.” I pull my head back, reach in to shift the van into park. “Get out,” I tell her and return to my seat.
“You’re not leaving me here are you?”
“Of course not. I’m driving.”
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March 26, 2013
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March 25, 2013
Chapter 18 – Call for Obstruction
Go back to Chapter 1 to read from the beginning
OR read the summary below and jump in.
So far, Barry has signed his soul into servitude to Satan on Earth. He’s a driver for OTG Courier Services, forced by his demon boss, Margery, to transport concentrated evil energy from Denver to Trinidad, Colorado. Demons on the Bellow’s Ranch are dumping the substance down an abandoned coal mine’s air shafts, and it’s forming a rift between Earth and Hell that will soon open.
Despite the fact that serving Satan comes with immortal life and any sinful thing his heart desires, Barry desperately wants out of his contract. Margery has other plans for Barry and bullies him to obey or suffer the consequences she inflicts with one wave of her magical cigarettes. Barry’s not giving up though. He plays the good employee and volunteers for overtime, resolved to snoop around for contract loopholes. Only the other OTG employees go missing—likely kidnapped by white warriors who fight for God’s angels. Margery makes Barry and senior driver Vern fill in, leaving Barry no time for anything other than work.
Knowing how bad life will be once the Gates of Hell open, Margery and Vern ask Barry to help plug up the air shafts. He agrees until he finds out they plan to do it by dropping innocent children down into the hell hole. To get Barry back on board, Margery contracts Nina, his love interest. She promises to release Nina from servitude and give her to Barry if he follows through on the plan. Barry is now on the road, driving a box truck full of kids to Trinidad and trying to figure a way out of both his contract and Margery’s hellish plan.
The Courier Series is about Barry White, a twenty-something computer geek with an overbearing mother, no prospects of finding a girlfriend, and an unemployment record that’s made him pessimistic he’ll ever be happy.
In Call for Obstruction, Barry has just lost his fourth jobs in the past year due to corporate downsizing. Desperate for employment, he jumps at the first position he’s offered over the phone, driver for OTG Courier Services. Shortly after meeting his new boss, a tiny yet fiery old lady named Margery, she coerces him into signing a questionable employment contract he soon regrets.
The Courier was originally written as a twitter novel @TheCourierNovel in 2009, and the same year it won the Annual Textnovel Writing Contest. Later parts of the story are still tweeting.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
W. J. Howard lives near Denver and writes horror, fantasy and sci-fi with a bit of comedy mixed in. Wendy is also the Co-op Manager for Visionary Press Cooperative, leading an innovative way to publish.
Just south of Fort Carson, there’s a white car in the median with a woman standing beside it. She’s wearing a white top and mini-skirt, and her legs stretch up to her neck. She’s waving like she wants me to stop.
I speed up.
Four miles and two exits south, it’s like deja vu: white car, white skirt, shapely legs. She waves at me again. By now I know better than to trust any clusters of white. I drive on past.
Ten minutes later, no coincidence, the same scene’s up ahead. This time she’s standing spread eagle in the middle of the highway, waving her arms above her head. I veer left and press the gas pedal to the floor. She’s not giving up though. She winds up like an ace pitcher and throws a wide curve ball. A giant white sphere, expanding in mid-air, targets my windshield.
I reach for the emergency button. It’s not there. “Shit . . . !” I holler as the sphere hits the glass. It bursts the same as a water balloon, and white splatters across my entire view. I slam on the brake, swerve off the road and come to a stop.
My heart races and I pant while searching for the windshield wipers. When I finally switch them on it’s senseless. The white coating’s dried.
What to do next, I wonder. At least I’m not having another panic attack. I look out the side view mirror and see the girl in white running down the highway on six inch heels like an Olympic sprinter.
I reach for the door handle, but the door opens by itself. Great, another magician. And I’m pretty sure she’s even less on my side than Margery.
“Come on out,” she says.
Afraid of what she might do next, I comply. “You?” I say as I jump to the pavement. It’s Trisha, from the coffee shop.
“Hi, Barry.” She smiles and bounces while brushing her brown hair back from her face.
“What the hell did you throw at the windshield? You could have killed me.”
“Not likely.” She rolls her eyes.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, although I’m pretty sure I know exactly who she works for and why she’s stopped me.
“You’ve made some poor choices over the last few days.” She’s shaking her head.
“No shit,” I mumble and look down at the pavement. “Are you one of those white warriors, here to take me away?”
“I used to be, many years ago. What I am is an angel’s apprentice.”
“Really?” my tone snide and unbelieving.
“Yes, Barry,” she says. “Margery and I go way back. I even worked for her once. Well for a few hours before I turned white warrior.”
“Is that what you’re here to do, turn me?”
“Are you kidding? I know what you’re hauling in the truck. Your redemption won’t be so easy.”
“I kind of figured that’s why you stopped me. What’s going to happen to me.”
“Well, if you cooperate—” she says.
“What? What? I’ll do anything.”
“Careful. That’s the attitude that got you into this mess in the first place,” she says. “But for starters, tell me why you and Vern are transporting kids?”
“They’re.” I sigh and hang my head again. “They’re sacrificing the kids to plug up the air shafts that lead to the Gates of Hell.”
“And you’re helping?”
“I don’t really have a choice, and it’s better than the alternative.”
“You always have a choice. Why didn’t you ask for God’s help?”
“How was I supposed to do that?”
“Ever try praying? People ask God for help all the time, and guess what, Barry? He’s listening.”
“How is it your side doesn’t already know what Margery and Vern are up to? I mean you know about the kids.”
“Margery’s a lot more powerful than you might think. Her magical cigarettes are nothing compared to the other tricks she has up her sleeve. Plus, the warehouses, vans and ranch are protected by powerful spells. About the only way we get information is from the drivers we capture, and most of them are useless. Every now and then Margery makes a mistake, like today. There’s no protection on the trucks you and Vern are driving. We saw the cargo as soon as you both drove out of the parking lot.”
My eyes widen. “She was probably in a hurry because the gates are ready to open.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me that first.” Trisha gets extra bouncy when she’s upset.
“Again, Trisha, how does your side not know this?”
“Back up a minute, Barry. Why does Margery want to close the Gates of Hell? It’s her job to open it.”
“She says she likes it better on Earth.”
“I’ve got to get this information back to the other apprentices.”
“Wait. Does this get me out of trouble?”
Trisha laughs. “Not even close,” she says. “The next thing you’re going to do for me is make a deliver to Margery.” Trisha looks up in the sky, whistles and holds out her hand.
A white mass descends, a warrior, flying overhead, it drops something the size of a bowling ball. Trisha catches it with one hand without looking. It’s wrapped in clear plastic, whatever it is. Then, as she hands it to me, I realize it’s Vern’s head and drop it to the pavement. “What the fu—”
“Had to be done. He’s no use to us and he’s become too much trouble,” she says. “In case you don’t already know, it’s the only way to kill a driver, so be careful to keep yours around Margery. Trust me, you don’t want the afterlife of a driver.”
I pick up the bag and hold it at arms length. “You want me to deliver Vern’s head to Margery?”
“It’ll send a pretty good message, don’t you think.” She laughs.
“As long as she doesn’t kill the messenger.”
“Are the keys in the Truck?” she asks.
“Yeah. Why?”
“I’m taking the kids.” She pushes me out of the way and gets in the truck. Before she closes the door she looks down. “I’ll be in touch. Soon,” she says and drives away, leaving me alone on the highway with Vern’s head.
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March 22, 2013
Chapter 17 Part 3 – Call for Obstruction
Go back to Chapter 1 to read from the beginning
OR read the summary below and jump in.
So far, Barry has signed his soul into servitude to Satan on Earth. He’s a driver for OTG Courier Services, forced to transport some kind of energy substance from Denver to Trinidad, Colorado. The substance is being dumped down air shafts that lead into an old abandoned coal mine on the Bellow’s Ranch, and it’s forming a rift between Earth and Hell. Barry desperately wants out of his contract, but Margery, his demon boss, has total control over all the other drivers with the wave of her magical cigarettes. Barry’s not giving up though. In order to find a way out of his contract, he plays the good employee and volunteers for overtime. Only the other OTG employees have gone missing—likely kidnapped by white warriors who fight for God’s angels. Margery expects Barry and senior driver Vern to step in and do all the work, leaving Barry no time to snoop around the warehouse for contract loopholes. Barry does find there are perks to being a slave to Satan: bottomless fruity loop cereal and liquor, money whenever he needs it, and immortal life with a rapid healing time. He also just found out the Gates of Hell are about to open and Margery and Vern want to preserve Earth just the way it is. They get Barry to agree to help them close the rift. Margery prefers to keep Barry in the dark as to the true plan to close the gates. But Vern goes behind her back and tells Barry they will drop innocent children down into the air shafts to plug up the Gates of Hell. Now Barry just learned that Nina was laid off from her job and signed one of Margery’s contracts.
The Courier Series is about Barry White, a twenty-something computer geek with an overbearing mother, no prospects of finding a girlfriend, and an unemployment record that’s made him pessimistic he’ll ever be happy.
In Call for Obstruction, Barry has just lost his fourth jobs in the past year due to corporate downsizing. Desperate for employment, he jumps at the first position he’s offered over the phone, driver for OTG Courier Services. Shortly after meeting his new boss, a tiny yet fiery old lady named Margery, she coerces him into signing a questionable employment contract he soon regrets.
The Courier was originally written as a twitter novel @TheCourierNovel in 2009, and the same year it won the Annual Textnovel Writing Contest. Later parts of the story are still tweeting.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
W. J. Howard lives near Denver and writes horror, fantasy and sci-fi with a bit of comedy mixed in. Wendy is also the Co-op Manager for Visionary Press Cooperative, leading an innovative way to publish.
I slam the warehouse door behind me, then open it, growl like a bear and slam it again.
Vern’s smoking with a bunch of the new warehouse guys, right beside canisters clearly marked flammable. Brilliant. They’re all staring my direction, a few with their mouthes open, as if they are intimidated by me. That’s a laugh.
“What the fuck you looking at! Get back to work.” Then under my breath, “Idiots.”
Margery enters through the garage door. “Who gave you a promotion?”
“Why’d you bring Nina into this?” My voice echoes.
“Insurance,” she says. “Vern tells me you’re having second thoughts.”
“Only because he said you’re—” I stop short when Vern draws his finger across his throat. He nods in approval.
“You’re helpings whether you like it or not.” Margery puffs on here cigarette and continues to speak while releasing smoke. “If you follow through, I’ll let Nina out of her contract, and I’ll give her to you.” Margery winks. “If you try to stop us, well, who knows what might happen to her.”
“You bitch! You didn’t have to do this!” I lunge forward but stop, remembering what the first punch got me.
“End of conversation,” Margery says. “It’s time to get you two on the road. Follow me. There’s been a change.”
Vern and I follow Margery out through the garage door to where two large white box trucks are parked. They’re both unmarked except for stock numbers on the side. No surprise, six six six one and six six six two.
“You’re driving these trucks today,” Margery says.
“Why so big?” I ask, not particularly secure about driving a larger truck on the highway.
“It’s part of my plan,” she replies.
Yeah, right, I think. Your plan. Then I realize the larger trucks make more sense to haul kids to Trinidad. “Oh no!” I shout out.
“See, this is why I signed your girlfriend,” Margery says. “The truck you drive is not up for negotiations.” Margery hands Vern and me each a set of keys then points to the trucks we’re each driving. “Get on the road,” she orders, her voice as demanding as ever.
“See ya down south.” Vern waves at Margery then pulls me by the back of my t-shirt toward the trucks. “Kid, you really need to keep your mouth shut.”
“Sorry. When I saw Nina, I lost it. Besides, she made it sound like you told her I know about the kids.”
“Well she doesn’t. And I have no intentions of telling her you know. So like I said, keep your mouth shut or Margery’s likely to sign half your family.”
Vern walks to his truck and gets in.
I stand by mine, rubbing my fist. Three hours to figure a way out of this?
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March 21, 2013
Chapter 17 Part 2 – Call for Obstruction
Go back to Chapter 1 to read from the beginning
OR read the summary below and jump in.
So far, Barry has signed his soul into servitude to Satan on Earth. He’s a driver for OTG Courier Services, forced to transport some kind of energy substance from Denver to Trinidad, Colorado. The substance is being dumped down air shafts that lead into an old abandoned coal mine on the Bellow’s Ranch, and it’s forming a rift between Earth and Hell. Barry desperately wants out of his contract, but Margery, his demon boss, has total control over all the other drivers with the wave of her magical cigarettes. Barry’s not giving up though. In order to find a way out of his contract, he plays the good employee and volunteers for overtime. Only the other OTG employees have gone missing—likely kidnapped by white warriors who fight for God’s angels. Margery expects Barry and senior driver Vern to step in and do all the work, leaving Barry no time to snoop around the warehouse for contract loopholes. Barry does find there are perks to being a slave to Satan: bottomless fruity loop cereal and liquor, money whenever he needs it, and immortal life with a rapid healing time. He also just found out the Gates of Hell are about to open and Margery and Vern want preserve Earth just the way it is. They get Barry to agree to help them close the rift. Margery prefers to keep Barry in the dark as to the true plan to close the gates. But Vern goes behind her back and tells Barry they will drop innocent children down into the air shafts to plug up the Gates of Hell. Now Barry just learned that Nina was laid off from her job and was likely hired by Margery.
The Courier Series is about Barry White, a twenty-something computer geek with an overbearing mother, no prospects of finding a girlfriend, and an unemployment record that’s made him pessimistic he’ll ever be happy.
In Call for Obstruction, Barry has just lost his fourth jobs in the past year due to corporate downsizing. Desperate for employment, he jumps at the first position he’s offered over the phone, driver for OTG Courier Services. Shortly after meeting his new boss, a tiny yet fiery old lady named Margery, she coerces him into signing a questionable employment contract he soon regrets.
The Courier was originally written as a twitter novel @TheCourierNovel in 2009, and the same year it won the Annual Textnovel Writing Contest. Later parts of the story are still tweeting.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
W. J. Howard lives near Denver and writes horror, fantasy and sci-fi with a bit of comedy mixed in. Wendy is also the Co-op Manager for Visionary Press Cooperative, leading an innovative way to publish.
I yank open the warehouse door and rush in. “Nina!” The eyes of nearly twenty new drivers turn and focus on me, a few back up. None of them are Nina though.
Margery shoves people out of her way and steps out of the crowd. “What, no coffee for me this morning?”
“Where is she?” I clinch my fists as I approach her.
“Who?”
“You know who, you bitch!” Everyone takes a step backward this time and a muffled whisper fill the room.
The bathroom door creaks open and all the heads in the office turn. Nina walks out and pauses when she sees that everyone is looking at her. “What,” she says with a hiccups of black smoke. Nina touches her lips and giggles.
On impulse, I strike a right hook across Margery’s jaw.
The crowd lets out a synchronous gasp, more so because Margery stands firm with her hands on her hips and shows no sign of pain or injury.
On the other hand, I’m lying on my side in a fetal position, clutching my fist between my thighs. Every frickin’ bone in my hand has probably been shattered.
Margery wiggles her jaw. “You won’t do that again now will you.”
A wide-eyed Nina rushes to my side and her short skirt billows out around her so I can see her white silk panties. She drops to her knees. “He needs a doctor. Call 911,” she says while stroking my hand. It’s the first time she’s ever touched me, and that close to my groin, my body reacts with an instant hard on.
“He’ll be fine.” Margery rolls her eyes as she steps away.
Nina helps me to my feet, but I’m still hunched over trying to hide how happy I am to see her. I grab her wrist with my good hand and squeeze. “What did you do?”
She looks back at me confused.
Margery calls out from across the room, “Nina, you’re in van fifty-five.”
I yank at Nina’s wrist, look deep into her green eyes and slowly repeat, “What did you do?”
Nina’s lips quiver. “You’re hurting me.”
I release her wrist.
“Barry! Honey! In the warehouse. Now!”
“Go fuck yourself!” I tell Margery then turn away from Nina and do what I’m told.
“Everyone else,” hollers Margery. “Get on the road!”
Nina jumps and scurries for the door along with all the other new drivers.
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March 20, 2013
Wine, Women & Shoes
Today I did a search for wine women shoes and found an organization I just had to volunteer to help. It was kismet! Wine, Women & Shoes has been around for 8 years and I had no idea they existed. What a great way for women to get together and do some good for the community.
Now in its eighth year, the WW&S® team has produced over 120 events, which have helped net an astounding $12 million for various women’s and family-related causes.
I’m so excited about helping this organization I might wear heels while I sip wine and cook dinner tonight. I doubt the hubby will object.
Oh, and I got to thinking about a name for a charity for Beer, Men & . . . Hmmm? How might you name it?
Chapter 17 Part 1 – Call for Obstruction
So far, Barry has signed his soul into servitude to Satan on Earth. He’s a courier, forced to transport some kind of energy substance from Denver to Trinidad, Colorado. It’s being dumped down air shafts on the Bellow’s Ranch and forming a rift between Earth and Hell. He desperately wants out of his contract, but Margery, his demon boss, has total control over Barry and the other drivers through magical cigarettes. Barry’s not giving up though. In order to find a way out of his contract, he plays the good employee and volunteers for overtime. Only the other OTG employees have gone missing—likely kidnapped by white warriors who fight for God’s angels. Margery expects Barry and senior driver Vern to step in and do all the work, leaving Barry no time to snoop around the warehouse for contract loopholes. Barry does find there are perks to being a slave to Satan: bottomless fruity loop cereal and liquor, money whenever he needs it, and immortal life with a rapid healing time. He also just found out the Gates of Hell are about to open and Margery and Vern want to stop it from happening. They prefer their lives on Earth just the way they are. They have asked Barry to help them develop and carry out a plan to close the gates. Later, when Vern is alone with Barry, he tells Barry there’s already a plan to close the gate and it involves dropping children down the air shafts. Barry is mortified.
The Courier Series is about Barry White, a twenty-something computer geek with an overbearing mother, no prospects of finding a girlfriend, and an unemployment record that’s made him pessimistic he’ll ever be happy.
In Call for Obstruction, Barry has just lost his fourth jobs in the past year due to corporate downsizing. Desperate for employment, he jumps at the first position he’s offered over the phone, driver for OTG Courier Services. Shortly after meeting his new boss, a tiny yet fiery old lady named Margery, she coerces him into signing a questionable employment contract he soon regrets.
The Courier was originally written as a twitter novel @TheCourierNovel in 2009, and the same year it won the Annual Textnovel Writing Contest. Later parts of the story are still tweeting.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
W. J. Howard lives near Denver and writes horror, fantasy and sci-fi with a bit of comedy mixed in. Wendy is also the Co-op Manager for Visionary Press Cooperative, leading an innovative way to publish.
I kick open the door to my apartment. Lived in. Yeah, that’s a good description for my place, lived in. Dirty clothes are pitched on the floor like a trail of breadcrumbs. I kick up a t-shirt and catch it as I walk inside, then drop it back down on the floor. Partially eaten boxes of fruity cereal, an empty bottle of milk, game controllers and a half-dozen computer and gaming magazines cover the coffee table. The whole room’s a visual metaphor for what Margery’s made of my life.
Clock on the wall to my left reads 4:00 A.M. No chance I’ll catch a power nap, considering Hell’s alarm clock goes off in forty minutes. Good thing I slept in Vern’s van most of the ride back.
I pull my t-shirt over my head and drop it on the rest of the mess, then pull my cell phone out of my pocket, plug in the charger and turn it on. A few more steps and an open zipper later, my baggy jeans are hugging my ankles. I step out them and my untied shoes. Boxer shorts end up on the corner of a bookshelf. Naked and ready for a shower.
I step into the hot water, jetting from the shower head and increase the temperature, higher and higher until the dial won’t move any further to the left. The heat scalds my body like I’ve just descended into Hell. Inside I still feel cold when I think about the kids that Margery and Vern want to sacrifice.
Ten minutes later I step out of the bathtub and towel off. While brushing I wonder if immortal teeth are impervious to decay?
My cell phone sounds off in the other room. I pause and consider answering it. It rings again. Nah. Only Mom or Margery could be calling me this early. If it’s Mom, she can wait. If it’s Margery, let the butcher get her own damn coffee this morning.
After I’m dressed, I grab a handful of fruity cereal and pop the loops into my mouth one at a time. My cell rings again. Whoever it is leaves a voice mail this time. Now I’m curious.
My heart skips. Nina called, three times. Why at four-thirty in the morning?
I dial up the voice messages.
“Barry Bear why haven’t you called me back or answered my emails?”
Her tone’s whiny, like a little girl. Always an indication something’s wrong.
“I guess I’ll see you at the warehouse this morning,” she says.
The phone falls from my hand. The warehouse? Why is she going to the warehouse this morning?
I pick up the phone and refresh the email, the whole while holding my breath. Ten or so messages down, there it is, the words Laid Off in the subject line. No surprise, it’s from Nina.
Shit! This is no coincidence.
I speed dial Nina’s number and dig my keys out of the pants I left on the floor. Her phone rings while I slip into my shoes. No answer. It rings again and again and still no answer. Then the voicemail picks up.
“Damn you Margery!” I scream as I run out the door.
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