Days of Darkness - Teaser
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Supernatural Suspense
A fictional account of the authentic prophecies known as THE WARNING and the THREE DAYS OF DARKNESS as told through they eyes of a worldly young college student with a vlog.
"A scary, suspenseful and inspiring journey...
We
need more books like this one." --Early Review
Days of Darkness
By C.D. Verhoff
An excerpt:
. . . A crack of the bat is a welcome diversion from our heated discussion. The ball pops straight up, making it an easy play for the catcher. He tears off his mask and catches it on the way down.
“Out!” shouts the ump.
I dutifully clap. Kylie stands up, saying she needs a refill of ‘liquid dirt’. I see through her excuse to exit the uncomfortable conversation. Good. It will give both of us a chance to cool down.
The two of us are like sisters. We argue, borrow each other’s crap without asking, and then promptly forgive each other. The subjects of religion, politics and Phillip West—a douche bag we unknowingly dated at the same time last year—are sore spots. I need to be more mindful about avoiding them.
Glancing up at the scoreboard, I see it’s—2:58 p.m. It’s only the first out of the third inning. I hate wasting the day playing the role of a dutiful girlfriend supporting her man. With Kylie gone, and nothing else to distract me, I return my attention the game. The batter hits a ball straight toward Jerome. He catches it in his mitt, then quickly throws it to the catcher, who outs the guy sliding into home plate.
Somewhere in the distance, a church bell bongs. People stand and cheer. The bleachers begin to vibrate. At first I assume it’s caused by the applause, but when the clapping stops, the shaking intensifies. A sixth sense tells me that this is no ordinary tremor. Something even more dreadful is coming from the distance.
Other people are noticing it, too. The spectators watching the game and the players themselves are anxiously glancing around, trying to figure out where the low rumbling is coming from. It doesn’t take long for the players to start pointing at us on the bleachers. Wait, no—they’re pointing to something above us. I turn around with my camera phone in hand to see the moon. Red veins are growing from its center outward, slowly turning the surface to the color of blood.
The sky deepens to shades of gray, then to black, in the space of a minute. For a moment, I think a storm has rolled in. But then I realize the red moon and the stars are shining through. The game has stopped. Players and spectators are gathering together in fear. Narrating into my phone for my followers, I say, “I’ve lived through a nuclear war and a comet impact. Yet the onslaught of sudden darkness fills me with more trepidation than the other two combined.”
The rumbling turns to shaking, forcing me to steady myself with one hand on the bleachers. Behind me, past the ball field, a sound like earth ripping apart rends the air. I turn my camera in that direction. A jagged fault line is cutting a path toward the campus at the speed of a bullet train. About twenty yards to my right, it races past me, growing wider, the people and cars caught in its path drop out of sight into the bowels of the earth. Screams surround me. The moon begins to pulsate. Meteors streak across the heavens. The sky is crying stars. Teardrops of light explode like bombs, pounding the earth beneath. People flee in every direction, as if they can escape the descending firmament. Knowing death is inevitable, in my confusion and escalating dread, the phone slips from my fingers.
Has the world fallen off its axis? The explanation doesn’t make any sense, but it’s all I’ve got. The sun seems to be falling toward the earth. The ball of brightness is getting bigger, bigger, filling up the sky. This can’t be happening. I’m too young to die. . .
If you want to find out what happens next, reserve your copy today.
Click Here for Pre-Order Discount
(This will take you to Amazon. Reg. $4.99/Promo $2.99)
Price is for the eBook. Paperback will be available mid-August.
Supernatural Suspense
A fictional account of the authentic prophecies known as THE WARNING and the THREE DAYS OF DARKNESS as told through they eyes of a worldly young college student with a vlog.
"A scary, suspenseful and inspiring journey...
We
need more books like this one." --Early Review
Days of Darkness
By C.D. Verhoff
An excerpt:
. . . A crack of the bat is a welcome diversion from our heated discussion. The ball pops straight up, making it an easy play for the catcher. He tears off his mask and catches it on the way down.
“Out!” shouts the ump.
I dutifully clap. Kylie stands up, saying she needs a refill of ‘liquid dirt’. I see through her excuse to exit the uncomfortable conversation. Good. It will give both of us a chance to cool down.
The two of us are like sisters. We argue, borrow each other’s crap without asking, and then promptly forgive each other. The subjects of religion, politics and Phillip West—a douche bag we unknowingly dated at the same time last year—are sore spots. I need to be more mindful about avoiding them.
Glancing up at the scoreboard, I see it’s—2:58 p.m. It’s only the first out of the third inning. I hate wasting the day playing the role of a dutiful girlfriend supporting her man. With Kylie gone, and nothing else to distract me, I return my attention the game. The batter hits a ball straight toward Jerome. He catches it in his mitt, then quickly throws it to the catcher, who outs the guy sliding into home plate.
Somewhere in the distance, a church bell bongs. People stand and cheer. The bleachers begin to vibrate. At first I assume it’s caused by the applause, but when the clapping stops, the shaking intensifies. A sixth sense tells me that this is no ordinary tremor. Something even more dreadful is coming from the distance.
Other people are noticing it, too. The spectators watching the game and the players themselves are anxiously glancing around, trying to figure out where the low rumbling is coming from. It doesn’t take long for the players to start pointing at us on the bleachers. Wait, no—they’re pointing to something above us. I turn around with my camera phone in hand to see the moon. Red veins are growing from its center outward, slowly turning the surface to the color of blood.
The sky deepens to shades of gray, then to black, in the space of a minute. For a moment, I think a storm has rolled in. But then I realize the red moon and the stars are shining through. The game has stopped. Players and spectators are gathering together in fear. Narrating into my phone for my followers, I say, “I’ve lived through a nuclear war and a comet impact. Yet the onslaught of sudden darkness fills me with more trepidation than the other two combined.”
The rumbling turns to shaking, forcing me to steady myself with one hand on the bleachers. Behind me, past the ball field, a sound like earth ripping apart rends the air. I turn my camera in that direction. A jagged fault line is cutting a path toward the campus at the speed of a bullet train. About twenty yards to my right, it races past me, growing wider, the people and cars caught in its path drop out of sight into the bowels of the earth. Screams surround me. The moon begins to pulsate. Meteors streak across the heavens. The sky is crying stars. Teardrops of light explode like bombs, pounding the earth beneath. People flee in every direction, as if they can escape the descending firmament. Knowing death is inevitable, in my confusion and escalating dread, the phone slips from my fingers.
Has the world fallen off its axis? The explanation doesn’t make any sense, but it’s all I’ve got. The sun seems to be falling toward the earth. The ball of brightness is getting bigger, bigger, filling up the sky. This can’t be happening. I’m too young to die. . .
If you want to find out what happens next, reserve your copy today.
Click Here for Pre-Order Discount
(This will take you to Amazon. Reg. $4.99/Promo $2.99)
Price is for the eBook. Paperback will be available mid-August.
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