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Hearthville Serial: Book 7

Episode 12

Any Truth, Proper Grammar, or Correct Spelling is totally coincidental if not accidental.
All characters are fiction. This story is fiction. This story makes no claims about any real person.

By Charles Peters

Copyright 2021

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Victor and Stewart began to unload the tables from the white van to set up along the walkway up to the church. Every once in a while they looked over a Preacher Pat Pialo on the porch at his house. He was still eating cereal.

Stewart said, “I like this van. Can I have it? I might could use it to start doing gig deliveries.”

“No, you can not have my van and why on earth would you want to start making gig deliveries. I want to set you up in a Sporting Goods Store.”

“Oh my God. I do not want to sit in a store all fucking day long.”

“But you want to sit in a van for around minimum wage, driving packages to their destination?”

“Well, yeah.”

Victor shook his head. “What if I make you my errand boy?”

“Errand boy. That sounds rather demeaning. Now I might take a job of being Vice President of Errands. But I would still get to drive around. Right?”

“Sure.”

“Are you being serious?”

“Yes. So will you take the job?”

“What kind of money are we talking?”

“I will pay you $200,000 a year.”

“Okay.”

“Changing the subject back to what we are actually doing, we need to put up signs that tells people what is written on the mask and tell them they must take the first mask they handle. The signs are right up behind the front seat in the van. You start putting the signs up while I go inside the church to pee. I am about to piss all over myself.”

“Yeah, we don’t want you to have to turn your pants around so you are wearing them backwards to hide the wet place.”

“Was that real? Did Trump really do that?”

“I don’t know. None of the pictures actually showed where he had pissed his pants. At least none that I saw. I think it was just twitter being twitter. Stupid.”

“Yeah. He probably just put his pants on backwards after having sex in a room with no lights burning. I’ve got to run. Seriously run.”

Victor took off running.

Stewart laughed at his brother. Stewart’s sister Judy walked up with her boyfriend Steed.

Judy asked, “Why is our bro in such a run?”

“He has to pee really bad.”

“Oh.”

Steed asked, “How do you pee really badly. Miss the toilet?”

Stewart laughed. “I see why you were friends with Victor. Same sense of humor.”

Judy nodded as she looked around. “So what you and Victor doing with these tables and putting mask out. I thought Preacher Pialo was going to do a maskless service.”

“Victor convinced him to use these masks instead until less pressure would be on Mayor Bare to arrest him for a maskless service.”

Judy asked, “Preacher Pat agreed?”

“Yeah. Thank God. I did not want to see him arrested.”

Steed asked, “Have you ever been arrested?”

“No. Just the thought of being in jail terrifies me.”

Judy said, “Dad said Victor committed a felony this morning without even thinking about it. He just casually did it.”

Stewart asked, “What?”

“He put ransomware on some media company computers so that they would get and release the Fauci emails that shows Fauci knows the dime store masks are worthless.”

“I see.” Stewart asked Steed, “Have you ever committed any crimes?”

“My father is a gangster. What do you think?”

Judy looked at Steed. She was not sure what to think.

***

Victor ran into the church and into the men’s bathroom that was off the foyer as he entered the church. He ran to the urinal and unzipped his pants and pulled out his monster. He began to pee. As he was peeing he heard some noise in the church.

“Come on you damn dick, let it flow and let me finish before I am retirement age.”

Victor finished. He put his monster away. He zipped himself. He washed his hands. He left the bathroom and walked beyond the foyer to inside of the church. He saw two men wearing Hazmat Suits and spraying something on the pews.

Victor called out to them. “What are you two doing?”

“We are disinfecting the church before services begin.”

“Who hired you to do this?”

“Mayor Hollis Bare.”

Victor pulled out his cellphone. He called Mayor Hollis. “Did you or anyone in your office hire anyone to spray disinfectant in the church?”

“Why?”

“I just found two men spraying the church. They are wearing Hazmat Suits. Why would you spray a church on a Sunday right before services with a chemical that requires a Hazmat Suit.”

“Let me call Daniel and make sure that he did not hire someone in my name because sometimes that boy just does not think right.”

Suddenly the men threw their spraying devices down and they start running toward a back entrance to the church.”

“God damn. They are on the run. Get a real Hazmat team here to see what the fuck they have been spraying. I am going to be in chase.” Victor shoved his phone into his pocket. He turned to run out the front of the church. He screamed to Stewart as he ran toward him and the van. “The church has been poisoned with a bio terror weapon. Don’t go inside. Don’t let anyone else inside. I was talking to the Mayor when they took off running. But call him to coordinate blocking the church off.”

Stewart watched Victor jumping into his van. Steed ran to the other door and jumped into the van with Victor. Judy called a friend a local radio station.

Judy said, “Morris. There has been a bio terror attack at Preacher Pat’s church. Start warning people to stay out of the area.”

“Are you serious?”

“Mayor Hollis is on the phone with Stewart right now. Victor and Steed are in pursuit of the men who were caught spraying the church with something.”

“Steed. Wait. Are you back with him?”

“Morris. Concentrate. Bio terror attack. Church. Warn people.”

“Right. Right. Right.”

Judy hung the phone up. Stewart said, “Daniel has been notified to start blocking the roads off.”

Stewart looked over to where Preacher Pat had been eating his cereal. He was no longer sitting on the porch. “Oh my God. Where did Preacher Pat go? Please don’t be in the church.”

Judy said, “You do realize our brother was just in the church.”

“I know but I can not undo that. I need to find Preacher Pat.”

“Call him.”

“Sure. I will call him. I will call him.”

 

 

 

 

Hearthville Serial: Book 7

Episode 11

Any Truth, Proper Grammar, or Correct Spelling is totally coincidental if not accidental.
All characters are fiction. This story is fiction. This story makes no claims about any real person.

By Charles Peters

Copyright 2021

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Victor told Preacher Pat Pialo that he and Stewart would go on over to the church and begin setting up the tables where people could get their face masks. Preacher Pat Pialo nodded as he ate on his bowl of cereal.

Stewart smiled. “You are seriously loving that cereal.”

“When I am nervous I eat like I am starved. It is a wonder I don’t weigh a thousand pounds.”

Stewart said, “Since this covid shit I have put on some weight but you are looking good.”

Victor said, “He is Jack’s.”

“I am not gay. How many times do I have to tell you, I like women. I may not have too much luck with them, but they do get my dick hard.”

Victor grinned. “They should put that Valentine’s Day cards. ‘I Love You Because You Get My Dick Hard.”

Preacher Pialo stared at Victor. “You really are the devil, aren’t you.”

Victor laughed.

Stewart said, “I had a dream where Victor was telling me that Jesus Christ is his higher brother. He went into some shit about being spawned or some crap. It was a weird dream.”

An image flashed in the mind of Preacher Pialo of standing with Victor at a scene from Jesus being crucified. Preacher Pialo shook the image from his mind. “Victor, who do you think Jesus was?”

“His soul is a spark from God herself. He is a great soul just as Buddah is a great soul. But his story, the true story of Jesus was hijacked by a subset of Jews to bring Rome down just as they are trying to bring the United States down. But don’t confuse that subset of Jews with the good Jews and make no mistake there are a lot of good men and women among that population.”

Preacher Pialo said, “Jesus was Jewish.”

“No. In that incarnation he and his cousin John were mostly Sumerian born to the outer tribes that maintained their secret identities long after their people, the Sumerian people, were defeated by the Jews. Joseph was Jewish but the Virgin Mary was mostly Sumerian.”

“She was from the Jewish Tribe of Levi.”

“No. She was not. She was Sumerian. See, the Jewish myth that was created does not even keep the tribes straight. They try to say that Jesus was from the Tribe of Judah. But he was not. He was mostly Sumerian. The remnants of the Tribe of Benjamin and the remnants from the Sumerians lived together and so if it can be said Jesus came from any tribe, he came from the tribe of Benjamin which had been decimated into oblivion by the other tribes. The bloodline of Saul became mixed with the Sumerians and so if it can be said that ancestral line of Jesus came from a former King of Israel it would have been King Saul. It sure as hell would not have been from that bastard, King David.”

“You don’t like the historical figure, King David.”

“Saul was a kind King. When his armies went in, he left the villages with enough to survive. King David went in to destroy villages. He massacred people for pleasure. He was a murderous asshole.”

Stewart asked, “Where do you read this shit at? It is not like any religious text I have ever read.”

“Sure. I read it somewhere. Who knows where.”

Preacher Pialo and Stewart stared at Victor with a puzzled look. He contradicted their beliefs, and that bothered them. But still, they did not want to enter religious debate with him.

Still, Preacher Pialo could not contain himself. “So you don’t believe in the bible.”

“I believe in the truth and not some fabrication by the Jew to destroy the Roman Empire. I believe in the true Christ and make no mistake the truth is more compelling to who Jesus was in that incarnation than the Jewish fabrication. His incarnation sure as hell was not intended to create an age of ignorance, the Dark Ages, for all of Europe. His intent was to help mankind find grace and redemption and find our way out of this prison we call Earth. His incarnation sure as hell was not intended to help the Jew create a worse hell on earth so as to torture the gentiles.”

Stewart asked, “Victor, are you anti-semitic?”

“I am anti-ignorance. But like I said, there are a lot of good people among the Jewish population and we have to remember that even as we face there are also a lot of evil people among that population. They are like every population. There is the good, the bad, and the ugly and allowing the Evil Ones to hide behind their religion, whatever the religion, is not acceptable. And the politicians who want to protect the Evil Ones just because they pretend to be religious or are hiding behind their religion need to all be voted out of office.”

 

Excerpt:

Preacher Pat said, “Victor, you aren’t going to talk me out of taking a stand. I am tired of this totalitarian bullshit. We’ve got to take a stand. It begins by just saying no to the face masks.”

Victor said, “Give me a couple of weeks and I will prove the face masks are a bunch of Trilateral Commission bullshit. But I need time.”

 

Hearthville Serial: Book 7

Episode 10

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All characters are fiction. This story is fiction. This story makes no claims about any real person.

By Charles Peters

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Victor walked into the kitchen. His father was sitting at a table. He looked up from his laptop computer at his son.

“Stewart is worried about you. And he is upset that you were not tough enough with the mayor.”

Victor walked to the refrigerator and opened the door. He knelt down and looked inside. He retrieved a beer from the top shelf. He closed the door. He popped the tab of the beer. He took a long, hard drink. He sat down next to his father. “May I use your computer for a moment.”

“I guess. Why?”

Victor took the computer. He began typing.

Elliot looked to see what his son was doing. “You are using my computer to put a ransom ware virus on media computers?”

“I am giving them ten days to request and make public the Fauci emails. They will not be able to track what I did back to you.”

“What do you think will be in Fauci emails?”

“He originally said that wearing dime store masks was pointless. Then after he got an invitation from the Trilateral Commission he started pushing the narrative to wear a mask. There should be something about all that in the emails. Now if I can convince Preacher Pat to hold off on his stand against face masks until the emails are released.”

“You are sure they will not be able to trace what you did back to us.”

“They will not know.”

“Son, that you can commit a felony with such ease bothers me.”

“Yeah. It is all just a dream anyway.”

Elliot stared at Victor. He shook his head. He said nothing.

Ellen walked into the kitchen. “My. You two are up early.”

Victor stood up. His kissed his mom on the cheek. “Love you.”

Ellen smiled at her son. “Back at you.”

“Well, I need to go talk to Preacher Pat. Do you think Stewart will want to go with me?”

Elliot said, “Yeah. He was almost crying when he was telling me how Preacher Pat might get arrested by Daniel Bare. You know, some people take the threat of being arrested seriously.”

“Some people.” Victor grinned. “Daniel is an asshole. Mayor Hollis is a good guy but for some reason there was a lot of pressure being put on him to have Daniel arrest Preacher Pat. Well, let me go see if I can wake Stewart up.”

Victor left the kitchen.

Ellen and Elliot looked at one another.

****

Preacher Pat was sitting on his front porch in a green rocking chair. He was wearing a robe that was most open to reveal his pink, blue bubbles with hearts, pajamas. Victor and Stewart walked up. Victor and Stewart were each holding a large box. Preacher Pat stared at them.

Preacher Pat said, “Victor, you aren’t going to talk me out of taking a stand. I am tired of this totalitarian bullshit. We’ve got to take a stand. It begins by just saying no to the face masks.”

Victor said, “Give me a couple of weeks and I will prove the face masks are a bunch of Trilateral Commission bullshit. But I need time.”

Stewart stared at Preacher Pat. “Do you sleep in pajamas?”

“I never know when I am going to get a late night visitor.”

Stewart smiled. “Jack.”

Preacher Pat laughed. “No. Not that kind of visit. I am always here for the people of my church when they need to visit me to talk. My door is always open.”

Victor nodded. “So will you give me a couple of weeks.”

“A few days ago I got a call. The person was upset. They were not really talking much sense. They hung up on me. I guess they didn’t think I was talking much sense either. At first I was kind of angry at the conversation. I felt they had been so rude to me. Then I got to thinking that was not like them. I thought on it some more and I got worried. I decided I needed to go see them. Then I realized I was out of face masks. I was thinking, ‘Oh, I got to wear a face mask when I visit members of my congregation. That is where my mind was.’ So I went to the store to buy some before I went to check on the person I had been talking with. When I got to the person’s house they were being put into an ambulance. Luckily a neighbor had shown more concern than me and they were gotten out of the garage before the fumes from the running car killed them. But if I been the only person who might have saved them, they would have died. And partly because I had to go buy a damned face mask that doesn’t work. It serves no purpose. It is stupid.”

Victor said, “I agree with you. But if you take a stand today, you are going to go to jail. Instead, give out the face masks we have in these boxes.”

“Give out free face masks. Are you insane? I am not doing that. I don’t want to ever see a face mask again.”

Victor sat the box down on a step up to Preacher Pat’s porch. He pulled out a knife and cut the tape that sealed the box. He opened the box. He pulled a face mask from the box and handed it to Preacher Pat.

Preacher Pat took the face mask and looked at it. On the front of it read, “This mask does not work.”

Victor handed another mask to Preacher Pat. On the front it read, “Fauci Works for Satan.” Victor said, “There are also masks where you can use a marker to write whatever you want, such as a proverb. I talked to Mayor Hollis and he liked the idea.”

Preacher Pat smiled. “Okay. But next month, I want these masks gone.”

“I understand. Hopefully by then enough pressure will have been taken off of Mayor Hollis so there will be no chance of you being arrested. You know Jack and Stewart love you and that means I love you. We don’t want you hurt. And I know you don’t want members of your congregation hurt.”

“Of course I don’t.”

 

 

 

 

 

Excerpt:

“Donny. We talked about the soul who spawned me. Amelia.”

“You know when you talk about these things, I don’t understand. And then you always end by saying that it was all just a dream. What do you mean by saying that she spawned you?”

“Souls split. It is called spawning. When it happens they create lesser souls but still the soul that spawns us is part of us and we are part of them.”

“So who is Amelia?”

“She is God. She is the one who created this world, this prison.”

 

Hearthville Serial: Book 7

Episode 9

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All characters are fiction. This story is fiction. This story makes no claims about any real person.

By Charles Peters

Copyright 2021

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Victor stood in his bedroom and looked out his window. He stared up at the sky. He stared at the stars. He touched the glass of the window. And then he saw his own reflection in the window and he saw the tears in his eyes. He touched a tear drop rolling down his pinkish cheek.

Victor’s brother Stewart opened the door to Victor’s bedroom. “I was looking for you.”

“Why?” Victor’s voice sounded distant. He did not turn to look at Stewart.

“Preacher Pat Piaolo is planning on having church tomorrow. He is telling everyone he doesn’t want to see any damned face mask in church. Mayor Hollis and Daniel are talking about arresting him. It was a big deal on the radio today. I know you have influence with Mayor Hollis and Daniel.”

“Daniel hates my fucking guts.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. But I will call Hollis.” Victor turned to pick up his cellphone.

“You are crying? Why are you crying?”

“I went to see Maureen Bingo. I had these ideas. I had these plans.”

“She is married. And she is too old for you. Besides, I thought you were going to pursue things with Tabitha.”

“I guess for a moment I was having horny thoughts about Maureen. But honest. That is not what I wanted with Maureen. Do you remember when we were up in the mountains and the Bingo family was there and Maureen was pregnant with Billy.”

“Not really.”

“Do you remember Barry Whitehead?”

“I heard his name in the news. He died in the car crash. But no. I am pretty sure I never met him.”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Anything.”

“I think I am losing my mind.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I feel myself getting lost between the world of the living and the world of the dead. After I visited Maureen to give her a check I ended up in an after life / before birth community. I talked to Donny Maxtone.”

“Donny? Not Jossette?”

“Donny. We talked about the soul who spawned me. Amelia.”

“You know when you talk about these things, I don’t understand. And then you always end by saying that it was all just a dream. What do you mean by saying that she spawned you?”

“Souls split. It is called spawning. When it happens they create lesser souls but still the soul that spawns us is part of us and we are part of them.”

“So who is Amelia?”

“She is God. She is the one who created this world, this prison.”

“Wait. Are you trying to say that you are the second coming of Christ. That is blasphemy.”

“In the after life, Jesus is my higher brother. He was also spawned by Amelia.”

“What you are telling me all does sound crazy and it doesn’t fit with the bible at all.”

Through his tears Victor smiled. “I guess it all was just a dream.”

“You have some strange dreams.”

“I do. I really do. Now let me call Hollis.”

Victor hit speed dial and called Hollis.

“Hey Hollis, this is Victor. You can’t let Daniel arrest Preacher Pat.”

“Victor. We don’t want to arrest him. But I am getting calls from the fucking White House. Let me repeat: the fucking White House.”

“Let me remind you, I sent Belial to hell.”

“Boy, I know you did. And honest to God I do not want to go against you. I don’t want you sending me to hell, but if the Preacher holds church tomorrow without anyone wearing mask, I have no choice but to have Daniel arrest him. I am sorry. Honest to God I am sorry.”

“I know you are. I will talk to Preacher Pat.”

Stewart said, “Preacher Pat is not going to back down.”

Victor disconnected from Mayor Hollis. Victor vanished from Stewart’s sight.

Stewart screamed, “What the hell. Victor, where did you go?”

Victor called back to Stewart. “Go back to bed Stewart. You are just having a dream.”

“I am just having one of Victor’s dreams.”

****

Victor appeared in Preacher Pat Pialo’s bedroom. Preacher Pat was asleep in his bed. He was wearing pink pajamas that had baby blue bubbles on them and red hearts in the blue bubbles. He tossed and he turned. He kicked at his covers. Every once in a while he screamed, “God! Help me.”

Watching Preacher Pat, Victor shook his head in a saying no fashion. “What am I going to do with you Preacher Pat? Stewart and Jack love you. And I don’t want to see you hurt. How can I protect you?”

Victor stepped into Preacher Pat’s dream. He walked up to Preacher Pat in the dream. He took Preacher Pat’s hand. Preacher Pat looked at him as they stood in a line of people along a narrow sandy road that was climbed up a hill. Then they both turned to look at Jesus carrying a cross up the hill. The scene was not exactly like Victor remembered when his higher brother was crucified but the scene was close. Had Preacher Pat been there or had he seen the scene in a movie?

“In a past life, did you ever see Jesus preach?”

“I don’t believe in reincarnation.”

“So is what you are dreaming from a movie?”

“I guess.”

“Most movies don’t picture the sandals the way they were at the time of Christ. It is something even the souls who were there at the time often get wrong. But your dream’s depiction of the sandals is correct. You were there when Jesus was crucified.”

“Was I among those who called for his crucifixion?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’ve had this dream before but you were never in it.”

“I am here now.”

“If I was there. If this is a memory. Why didn’t I help Jesus? I pray that I was not among those who called for his death. But why in this dream do I just stand and watch? I don’t want to just stand and watch. I want to make a difference. I want to make a difference for good.”

“Allowing yourself to be a made a political prisoner is not going to make a difference. You couldn’t save Jesus. And going to jail because you don’t want the church goers to wear face mask is not going to save America.”

“The face mask is a symbol of fear and tyranny. Every time I put that face mask on to go shopping, I imagine that mask is as heavy as that cross that Jesus is carrying to his own death. We are wearing the mask even as they plot to kill us. It is such a joke to them, like making Jesus carry his own cross. Does anyone think these Pontius Pilate’s give a flying fuck about us? No. They want to own us. They want to control us. They want to make us slaves to some vaccine passport system. We can’t allow that. We must not allow that.”

“I know what you are saying.”

“Do you? If you are in a room where the virus is in the air, the mask actually pulls the air down to your nose and mouth. And when you breathe out, it pushes the air up to make the spread more effective. They are making us wear the mask not because they want to save us but because they want to kill us. They want to infect as many people as possible during their bio-terror attacks. The dime store mask help them do that.”

“I don’t want you to go to jail. They are going to arrest you. Daniel has already been given orders. Hollis does not want it to happen but he has even been received calls from the White House.”

“I should have helped Jesus.”

“He understands. He does not blame you.”

Preacher Pat stared at Victor. There was an anger in his expression. “Who are you to say that Jesus understands and that he does not blame me? Do you see him there? He is angry as hell and in the end he thinks God has forsaken him. He thinks all of us have forsaken him.”

“Jesus could have stopped what was happening more so than you could have. “

“I don’t know why he couldn’t save himself but I don’t believe he could. Just look at him.”

“I see him and I tell you that my brother is a better man than me. I would not have allowed myself to die on any fucking cross. But know that even I, a lesser man than my higher brother, would not hold any grudge against you.”

“I did nothing and I guess the grudge is all mine to own. And now, still, if I do nothing, the grudge will still be all mine to own.”

“Are you sure? In the end will that be how you think. If your congregation can not stop Daniel from arresting you, will you hold a grudge against them.”

“Maybe the grudge I hold is against God. Where is God? In the end, even Jesus wondered. Why isn’t God helping us against the Evil Ones?”

“Our God sleeps. She sleeps. I don’t know fully why, but I know she sleeps.”

“She?”

“Look at the Virgin Mary there. Look at the pain in her face and know her pain was as great as the pain of Jesus. Do you think she did not want to save her son from that pain? Do you think she doesn’t want to save us all from this prison planet? But then she sees the evils. The evils not just of the world, but of us. She sees the betrayals. She sees and there is only so much she can stand to see. And so she sleeps. She sleeps.”

“Victor, you speak so oddly. Your religion is not my religion. And yet I think I understand.”

Victor vanished.

Preacher Pat Pialo woke up. “Somehow we must wake God up.”

 

 

 

 

Excerpt:

Billy said, “It is an investment in the flower shop that he is helping mom plan. It is not like we can take the money and go to Las Vegas.” Billy thought a second. “Can we?”

Maureen said, “No. We can not. Or Disney. Or buy new furniture. Or buy nice jewelry. Or eat at fancy restaurants. We have to put it in that damn flower shop that I am having second thoughts about.”

Bess said, “To meet the public, you are going to need some new clothes. And if I am going to work in your flower shop after school then I am going to need some new clothes.”

Maureen looked at Billy. “I think we need to stay away from Victor.”

 

Hearthville Serial: Book 7

Episode 8

Any Truth, Proper Grammar, or Correct Spelling is totally coincidental if not accidental.
All characters are fiction. This story is fiction. This story makes no claims about any real person.

By Charles Peters

Copyright 2021

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The sun rose and Maureen looked to her window and her open curtains. The sun shinned all so brightly through the window and on her bed; her face.

Maureen sat up. “Such weird dreams and I feel so tired. I hope I am not coming down with something.”

Maureen threw back her covers and sat up, moving her legs to dangle off the bed. She stared at her naked feet. “I seriously need a pedicure.”

She looked to the mirror on her dresser and saw her own reflection. “Oh, my God. I look so awful.”

Maureen stood and slid on her bunny slippers. She put on her housecoat. She exited her bedroom to see Billy and Bess seated at the bar between the living room and the kitchen. “What are you eating?”

Bess said, “Raisin Brand. We are about out of milk.”

Maureen looked at Billy.

“Same.” Billy pulled the check out of his pants pocket. He held it out to his mom.

She walked over and took the check. She looked at it and the amount that Victor had made the check out for, “Victor coming here was not a dream. His giving me this check was not a dream.”

Billy smiled. “No. It was real. I am not sure about the part where you told the lost souls to tickle me.”

Maureen thought a second. “That had to be a dream.”

“We both dreamed it?”

Maureen said, “Am I still dreaming?”

Bess said, “No. I am pretty sure we are all awake and I have to get to school to take some test. For some reason they have to be done in person. They will not just let me take the test on the computer.”

Billy said, “I always cheat when I can take them on the computer. Except when I hate Google, I love Google.”

Bess said, “Please. You don’t have to cheat. I heard mom going over the material with you the other night. You could even tell her the page number of where the answer could be found when you answered the question.”

“My brain is weird. Sometimes it is on and sometimes it is off.”

Bess nodded. She started to suggest that maybe he would not have that problem if he did not drink but she looked at her mom. She guessed she would not say that.

Maureen continued to stare at the check. “Should I rip the check up? Victor is nice but he is… I don’t know. He came here so late and the things I heard in that dream.”

Bess took the check from her mom and looked at it. “Oh my God. My God. My God. He gave you $500,000.”

Billy said, “It is an investment in the flower shop that he is helping mom plan. It is not like we can take the money and go to Las Vegas.” Billy thought a second. “Can we?”

Maureen said, “No. We can not. Or Disney. Or buy new furniture. Or buy nice jewelry. Or eat at fancy restaurants. We have to put it in that damn flower shop that I am having second thoughts about.”

Bess said, “To meet the public, you are going to need some new clothes. And if I am going to work in your flower shop after school then I am going to need some new clothes.”

Maureen looked at Billy. “I think we need to stay away from Victor.”

Bess asked, “Because of a dream?”

Billy said, “It was more than a dream. Mom knows it was more than a dream. Victor’s brother is Jesus.”

Bess stared at Billy. “You do not want to take Victor’s $500,000 because you are a bigot against Mexicans?”

Billy said, “No. In a past life Victor’s brother was the Jesus that we worship. He is a spawn from Amelia, God, herself.”

Continue reading Hearthville Serial: Book 7 – Episode 8

Excerpt: Bess watched her brother staggering toward his bedroom, like he was walking on a boat that was being rocked by waves. “You were not staggering earlier. You must be putting me on. But I do know your breath smelled.” Bess looked at the door to her mom’s bedroom. Bess guessed she would keep Billy’s secret but his drinking worried her. Bess walked to the kitchen to get some water. She felt uneasy. Scared. She guessed that Billy talking about his dream had spooked her. “Lost souls in a drive-in? Strange.”

 

Hearthville Serial: Book 7

Episode 7

Any Truth, Proper Grammar, or Correct Spelling is totally coincidental if not accidental.
All characters are fiction. This story is fiction. This story makes no claims about any real person.

By Charles Peters

Copyright 2021

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The two lost souls began touching Billy.

Billy screamed in a giggly, ticklish, manner. “Stop. What are you doing?”

A female voice came from somewhere but seemingly nowhere. “I told you he is ticklish.”

They stopped tickling Billy.

Donny Maxtone said, “Lost souls who are playful. That is kind of odd. And who was that talking to them.”

Billy said, “That was my mom’s voice.”

Suddenly, Billy vanished from the sight of Victor and Donny.

Billy woke up in his bed. “What the hell? I guess I was dreaming. I need some water.”

Billy crawled out of bed. He knew besides the strange dream, something did not feel right. But what? He opened the door from his bedroom. He walked toward the living room. And there he saw his mother. Her arms were strangely, straightly, out in front of her and in her fist she was holding a large, sharp, dangerous, knife.

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Billy shook his head. “Why do people who know that Iapetus spawned me think that I tell him everything or that he knows everything?”

Victor nodded. “I wish I were more connected with Amelia. I wish there were a way that I could wake her from her sleep but then maybe I can not even wake myself from my sleep.”

 

Hearthville Serial: Book 7

Episode 6

Any Truth, Proper Grammar, or Correct Spelling is totally coincidental if not accidental.
All characters are fiction. This story is fiction. This story makes no claims about any real person.

By Charles Peters

Copyright 2021

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Victor looked at the two lost souls sitting with Billy. His gaze then turned back to the foggy car window. He could see there was a face of someone right at the window. He could not clearly see who. They tapped on the window again. Victor used his bare hand to wipe more fog from the window. As the face became clearer Victor could see that the face was that of Donny Maxtone.

Next to Jossette, Donny had been Victor’s best friend. He’d had other friends and he had Stewart, but Donny was different in that from the first moment Donny and Victor had met at the basketball court Donny had known that Victor was a supernatural creature; not quite human, not quite a witch, and not quite a monster. Victor was different and Donny knew it. And Donny was different.

And after Victor had died in the boot of the car and Arthur Ramsey had found Victor, it was Donny who had led the revolt against the Witches Council. Donny knew about a gypsy artifact that could be used with a portal to travel back in time. Arthur and a coven had brought Victor back from the dead which was an act not allowed by the Witches Council. Hunters had been sent to undo what the coven had done and send Victor back to the world of the dead. But Donny figured that if Victor and he traveled back in time to save Victor from the boot of the car then the dead Victor would join with the rescued Victor, and technically no law would had been broken. With the right magic, even the memory of the Witches Council could be changed. Donny figured that time travel was the right magic. Donny hoped that once time had been changed, then the Witches Council would not know what they had done.

Victor rolled down the window. He looked into the face of Donny Maxtone. He reached his hand to touch the face of Donny Maxtone. Victor’s voice trembled, “Am I dead?”

Donny whispered, “You sent Belial to hell.”

“It was just a dream. Maybe this is just a dream. But is it my corpse that is dreaming?”

Donny said, “You sent Belial to hell. That was not a dream. It was real. This is real. But I don’t understand it. I don’t know why you are here.”

“How could I send Belial to hell? That is not possible.”

“I don’t know how you did it, but you did it.”

“Amelia?”

Donny shook his head. “I don’t know. I don’t know anything for sure. I don’t know what you are doing on this side.”

“I think I am dead.”

“I don’t think you and Billy are dead.”

“Maybe not. Maybe this is just another dream and perhaps I am not a corpse somewhere rotting as I have this dream, but rather I am laying comfortably in bed. And I will wake to a normal life. That is all I ever really wanted, you know, a normal life. But anyways, even if this is just a dream, that you are here, that makes it a wonderful dream.”

Donny smiled at Victor. “If but this were a dream and I could wake and be with my Lilly.”

“And I could be with my Jossette.”

Billy listened to music on the radio. “So why are you dreaming about the Smiths singing, ‘The Charming Man.'”

Donny Maxtone looked at Billy. “You know the music?”

“My mom likes them.”

Victor said, “Maybe this is not my dream. Maybe it is her dream. Maybe it is your mother who is dreaming.”

Billy looks at the two lost souls who are sitting on each side of him. “She has some pretty fucked up dreams. That is true. She has told me about some of them. But I fear this is not a dream. I will be honest. I am kind of scared right now.”

Donny said, “There is no reason to be scared of the lost souls. I wish I knew how to help them.”

Victor said, “Yeah. And Amelia. If only we could help her.”

Donny asked, “What do you remember about Amelia?”

Victor said, “In my dreams. They are just dreams. But I picture us sitting at that big table. And there she is. So beautiful. So powerful. And when I look at Amelia I know, she created all of this and for that I am more than amazed.”

Donny said, “And she became a prisoner of her own prison. How in the hell did she allow that to happen?”

Victor said, “I think I may know the story from a dream, but I can’t remember all of my dreams. In one of my dreams that I do remember, I remember how she gave us my brother Jesus to save us from this prison. And in the dream I wonder where is my brother. Has my brother also fallen into the sleep?”

“I don’t know.”

“In my dream there are Space Alien witches. They think they are superior. They think they know everything but they don’t have a clue that they are prisoners just like we are. They are prisoners of this system that Amelia created. They think they are writing the rules but they don’t even know the rules.”

Donny asked Victor, “And you do?”

“I don’t know. It is just a dream. It cannot be real.”

Billy repeated Victor’s words, “They are prisoners of this system that Amelia created.” Billy asked, “Does Iapetus know who Amelia is?”

Donny said, “Since you now know, I guess he will know soon enough.”

Billy shook his head. “Why do people who know that Iapetus spawned me think that I tell him everything or that he knows everything?”

Victor nodded. “I wish I were more connected with Amelia. I wish there were a way that I could wake her from her sleep but then maybe I can not even wake myself from my sleep.”

 

 

 

 

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“Are my dreams and my nightmares that of a living person?  Do I still have a life that I might lose? Or are my dreams that of a corpse rotting in the ground? Or rotting in the boot of a car, if I was never saved: brought back to life?  Am I dead?”

Hearthville Serial: Book 7

Episode 5

Any Truth, Proper Grammar, or Correct Spelling is totally coincidental if not accidental.
All characters are fiction. This story is fiction. This story makes no claims about any real person.

By Charles Peters

Copyright 2021

All Rights Reserved
Chapters / Episodes

Victor looked toward the backseat at Billy. He laughed, “Not my honey. You are a character. Aren’t you?”

“Whatever.”

“I understand your being nervous. I am nervous. This is all so weird. How in the hell did we get here?”

“My current theory is that you kidnapped me and are planning to blood sacrifice me in some damn jewish magical ceremony.”

“I am not jewish. And don’t be saying such shit. The ADL will start stalking you all over the internet until they have you banned all over the damn place.”

“I hate the internet. If I had my way, it would be banned.”

“Yeah. And I think they should dig up all the asphalt roads and we should start back using horses to travel.”

“I know. Right. And stop shooting up rockets, you know, spacecraft, and pretending like they are going to the moon or mars. That is just stupid. Who the fuck knows what they are really doing with all that money.”

“Do we really believe what we are saying?”

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Victor clutched the steering wheel. He banged his head against the steering where. “What kind of mental break down I am now having? How did I go from the red light to this dirt road in some town called Whitehead and Bare Town?” Victor gritted his teeth as he hit the gas hard. Victor stared down at his own expensive brown shoe flooring the gas pedal. Then he looked up at the speeding dirt, rocky, road in front of him. As he started to lose control of the mustang, he let up on the gas some. He looked at the speedometer. He was going 100 mile per hour. He slowed down more. And more. And more.

 

Hearthville Serial: Book 7

Episode 4

Any Truth, Proper Grammar, or Correct Spelling is totally coincidental if not accidental.
All characters are fiction. This story is fiction. This story makes no claims about any real person.

By Charles Peters

Copyright 2021

All Rights Reserved
Chapters / Episodes

Victor pulled out of the parking lot. He smiled at the sight of a man and a woman who stood beneath a street light. The sexy couple were kissing. He pulled up to a red light that was red. He stopped. The light turned green. Then he started under the light and his car vanished.

HIS FUCKING CAR VANISHED!!!

I say vanished because the sexy couple saw Victor’s car vanish. The tired, overworked, lady puffing on a cigar who had just drove her SUV up behind Victor’s mustang, saw the mustang vanish. But Victor. There was no shock on his face from the magic act. He just kept driving for at first the road looked the same. Then Victor saw that the road had changed. It was suddenly a dirt road with empty fields on both sides of the narrow, rough, rocky road. I say empty because the fields had no buildings on them. But there was tall grass. There were flowers. There was a baby deer with his mom.

“Oh that baby deer is so cute.” Victor totally sounded like a girl talking to himself.

THEN SHOCK.

“What the fuck has happened?” Victor saw a sign and he slammed on brakes and skid to a stop. There was definitely rubber burnt. Victor stared at the sign. The white sign lettered in dripping red paint read, “Whitehead and Bare Town.”

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