Twisted Ride

Hey guys,
I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving with your family and friends. Now, well, I guess its time to get back to work. I`m working to finish my first Novel, “Twisted Ride.” I thought I`d give my readers here at Two Drops of Ink a little preview. I hope you enjoy it. Its from the Prologue. Thanks, WP

Twisted Ride:

The Prologue:

     The church was full that bright sunny May morning. The sky was a brilliant blue with spattered blooms of clouds billowing across the sky slowly in the gentle spring breeze. The members gathered at the front of the church and chatter rose high with mixtures of laughter.
     Jake walked to the front of the church trying not to make eye contact. He was not in the mood to talk. The last thing he wanted to hear was some anecdotal “praise the Lord” as he entered the church. Members saw him and nodded as he walked in. He was no regular but he had been there before. The church was full that morning. Jake made his way to the back pews hoping to stealthily slide in and await his purpose.
     “Good morning Jake…long-time-no-see brother” one member said as he walked past Jake. Jake looked up and forced a smile—quickly looking back down. Will this service ever start for crying out loud, Jake thought to himself.
     There is nothing quite like emotional pain. Physical pain is bad—yes, but emotional pain brings a man to his knees. Jake knew the sharp cold edge of a blade, he knew the piercing agony of a bullet, he had tasted the grime and dirt of a lonely road, but none of them compared to the pain of a life filled with unresolved iniquities. No physical pain could compare to the memories of violence, selfishness, and death. No—these were the taskmasters of real pain.
     As the worship service started Jake sat frozen in time. He looked out the window, music played in the background and the whole church was alive—alive with the joys of Sunday worship, but Jake was an island unto himself. He watched out the window as the soft spring breeze gently moved the leaves back and forth in a slow peaceful dance. His mind drifted back through the years. His heart was a stone—heavy, alone, dark, and unable to feel the slightest emotion.
     “Welcome to Free Spirit Church” the preacher, shouted. Jake`s mind rushed forward, back into the reality of the day. The preachers smile was warm and welcoming. Pastor Mark was a true man of God. His past was riddled with sins that broke him and sent him to his knees. Jake could relate. Pastor Mark had once been involved with the Klan, outlaw bikers, and other miscreants of society, but now, he was a man changed and Jake admired him. This guy was the real deal man. He had seen the things Jake had seen. He had lived the life Jake had lived and here he was—a preacher…wow, thought Jake. Surely God can forgive me.
     In spite of the glorious morning sun, the beautiful smell of spring flowers, the joyful singing of the congregation, and the smile on Pastor Mark’s face, Jake was alone—he felt no one could possibly come out of where he had been…

S.W. Biddulph

Scott Biddulph is a published writer, author, and poet from North Georgia. He began writing as a youngster and followed his lifelong dream of reaching people through the written word when he returned to The University of North Georgia in 2013 to finish earning his BA/English with a concentration on publication and creative writing. His publications include the following: an eBook, Apples of Gold: A collection of inspirational short stories and poems (Smashwords, 2010) and a paperback, Voices from the Heart, (Createspace, 2012). His poetry is published in Papers and Publications Undergraduate Research Journal. Vol 3 (2014) and the award-winning Chestatee Review (Spring, 2015), among other places (Check his LinkedIn profile for a full list of his publications). He is currently working on publishing poetry, creative non-fiction, academic essays, and his memoir. ******** Scott has also worked as an intern editor for the University of North Georgia Press. As a freelance editor, he has done the layout and design of several books and magazines. He is currently working with several authors on various publication projects in which he is either ghostwriting, editing manuscripts, or doing the layout and design of their books. ******** Finally, and most importantly, he is a father, grandfather, husband, and dedicated Harley Davidson rider. He and his family enjoy the beauty of the North Georgia Mountains where they live—especially their screened in back porch where they love to bird watch. ******** ~ "I love realism. I love writing about the raw, down-to-Earth, heartfelt realities of life. I love to write in a way that reaches into the human soul—to take the greatest pains and struggles in life, and make them a blessing to others. Fantasy is a wonderful, interesting thing—but real-life situations, feelings, fears, and dreams are an unexplored ocean of stories that need to be told." ~ ~Scott Biddulph~

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