Night Watch ADVO!

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Hey Whirlwind Fans!

If you’ve enjoyed the series “The Night Watch” please pass it on to your family and friends.

Things are just getting started and about to heat up even as things have been heating up in our world.

Jesus said, “I must do the work of Him who send Me while it is yet day; for the night (The Night Watch) comes when NO MAN can work.

We are living The Night Watch.  The time of the End IS here.  The Night Watch is bringing you real life examples of what is happening all over the world in THIS COMING STORM.

Send this fun fiction story with real life applications to all your family and friends so when they begin to see these “fiction” stories playing out in their world they might begin to prepare for the coming of the Great Tribulation of the Great Consummation.

For now, enjoy THE NIGHT WATCH!

TSWW’s The Night Watch 5: Schooled

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The Night Watch

5

Schooled

(An Ongoing Saga by Steven R. Harrel)

(Taken from concepts found in “This Side of the Whirlwind”)

Thursday, October 19^th, 2017, One day after the Chicago Incident

The shouting could be heard as far away as Lou Mitchell’s Bakery and Market on Jackson Blvd; that would be equivalent to about two blocks in any direction.

“I don’t care what your stinking excuse is Jax, you somehow allowed those two-bit preachers to dodge us all night, time and again!” Sandar said yelling in Jax’ face, “And I can’t believe you’re blaming Julia for stopping you!  It would’ve been, uh, uh, such perfect timing.” Raising his voice another decibel Sandar shouts, “Aah, you imbecile!”

Outrage coloring her face, Julia joins their shouting spree, “Listen here, Mr. Sakarri, I will not be spoken about or to in that fashion!  Jax neither allows nor…!”

“Ah, shut up you stupid woman!  You ruined everything!” Sandar sneers as he turns towards Jax again.

TSWW’s The Night Watch 4: The Chicago Incident

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The Night Watch

4

The Chicago Incident

(An Ongoing Saga by Steven R. Harrel)

(Taken from concepts found in “This Side of the Whirlwind”)

Wednesday, October 18^th, 2017, early morning…

Mike Maylers and TS Whirlwind arrived early to Chicago’s University campus.  Without question the two friends knew they were behind enemy lines here at Chicago U.  They arrived early to ensure they could set up for Mike’s presentation in Polonsky Hall before opposition could arrive and create obstacles.

According to Dr. Maylers, presentations at Universities were well worth the troubles they evoked given the opportunities they also provided for networking and connections and meeting scientists he would not otherwise likely meet.  “Chicago U,” he said, “provided just such an environment with several Scientists’ writings suggesting friendly advocacy towards Intelligent Design (ID).” Still, opposition was likely and even expected in these bastions of Darwinian obstinacy.

Just two week earlier protests on this very campus, though in a different Hall, stifled Doctor Fredric Tour, a Professor of Chemistry and Theoretical Mathematics from the University of Harvard.  Doctor Tour’s presentation focused on Nano-Technologies, graphene nanoribbons and some of the more recent scientific developments in science including both Biological and non-Biological Systems; pointedly, Dr. Tour’s areas of scientific research in many cases robustly supported Intelligent Design, leastwise with regards to the origins of first life and or proto-cellular development.

The Cheesy Religion Epilogue

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The Cheesy Religion

Epilogue

(A short story by Steven R. Harrel)

Shana raised her voice to get over Daniel’s loud demands, “Mommy, what’s that cooking on the stove?  I want some too!  I want some, mommy.”

Nancy and Tom looked over and saw a very large pot steadily bubbling on their kitchen stove.

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The Musicians and Choir were just finishing their last stanza of Steven R. Harrel’s, “You Lift My Soul”.

Today was Johnathan and Annika Cole’s first service at Shire Community Church on the outskirts of Williams Arizona.

Dr. Freddy Anderson was standing near the church’s lunchroom chatting with Pastors Tom and Nancy Redic.

The Cheesy Religion Part 8

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The Cheesy Religion

Part 8

(A short story by Steven R. Harrel)

When he awoke, Tom wasn’t sure where he was or how long he’d been unconscious.  All he knew was that he was waking up to the blinding light of sunlight directly in his eyes.

 

Reflexively he reached up and pulled down the car’s sun-visor.  Thoroughly disoriented, Tom found himself sitting in the front seat of his car in the driveway of his Williams Arizona home.  He had no idea of what happened since the moment he’d passed-out or how he could have traveled nearly two-thousand miles while utterly unconscious.  “How can I be home” he muttered to himself?

For just a moment Tom wondered if he’d dreamt the whole thing.  “What a crazy idea.” he thought. “Maybe, just maybe I fell asleep in the car before starting the trip or somehow dreamt every one of those crazy, impossible events?  What other explanation could there be?” he wondered.

“Whatever really happened,” he wondered, “could he trust what his memories were now telling him?  Maybe it was all some strange influence from that watch?”

The Cheesy Religion Part 7

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The Cheesy Religion

Part 7

(A short story by Steven R. Harrel)

Tom cautiously crossed a derelict bridge, one leading into the small ghost town; a bridge which at one time reasonably conveyed horses and wagons across a flowing river.  Sadly now, only a tiny creek remained.  On the far side Tom saw a rotted out sign-post with an old bronze colored sign, hanging askew.  The sign read, “Welcome to Shire”.

 

Without question, the first building Tom explored was once the town’s school house.  Decayed books, chalk writing tablets and a few antique children’s desks littered the floor.  An old chalkboard still hung precariously from one anchored corner and touched the floor with another.  Dust covered the few fragments of glass which remained in the damaged windows; dust and grime marking the passage of weather and time.  An old-fashioned stool also sat off to one side, in what remained of a corner in the Schoolhouse; Tom assumed it was where students once donned those funny coned dunce caps, a punishment designed to elicit shame.  It only took Tom a few moments to scan and assess the dilapidated structure before bounding to the next derelict building.  He wasn’t sure what he was looking for but look he must.

After nearly an hour of rummaging through shops, homes and run-down stables, Tom found himself standing at the center of what was formerly the old town’s square.

The Cheesy Religion Part 6

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The Cheesy Religion

Part 6

(A short story by Steven R. Harrel)

Tom pulled Joe up eye to eye and said to his face, “Joe, I’m ordering you to take me to Shire; it’s of the utmost importance!”

“Yes sirs, Mister Tom.”

 

“I means, yes Sirs Captain Tom sir”.  Joe just shrugged his shoulders and then left the powder-cart on the side of the road.  “Comes dhis a way Captain, we haves ta go up dhat dhere road to reach Shire”.  Joe points up the road to where many of the refugees were heading.

As Tom and Joe began walking towards Shire, the Sergeant intercepted them, inquiring with his deep Southern accent, “Pardon me Sir!” The sergeant salutes Tom, “May I ask where you’re takin’ my Powder-Nigger?”

At first, Tom was offended, even set-back by the callused manner in which the sergeant referred to Joe; still, after a moment’s thought he remembered when and where he and Joe were.  Tom replied, “I have need of this nigger, Sergeant!  You will get someone else to resupply your powder cart.  Is that understood?”

The Cheesy Religion Part 5

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The Cheesy Religion

Part 5

(A short story by Steven R. Harrel)

Pa pushed Tom back into the barber’s chair.  “Now sits still so I can finish shavin ya, boy.  Ya can’t goes no-wheres till I’s done and finished”.

 

It was all Tom could do to sit still while Mr. White finished his shave.  When Pa finally lifted the barber’s cloth and brushed him off, Tom felt he had to look to Pa’s scrinchie face for approval before getting up.  Pa just nodded; then and only then did Tom spring from the chair and dash to the window.

Pulling his arms back to avoid Tom’s quick extrication, Pa raised his voice, “Boy, you’s wound tighter dan an ole Timex. You’d better settles yourselfs down fors you gives yourself a correlary.”

The Cheesy Religion Part 4

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The Cheesy Religion

Part 4

(A short story by Steven R. Harrel)

Though not surprising, neither Tom nor Nancy could find Shire on any Alabama State map.  Nancy did remember her grandmother saying Shire was in the back hills of Southern Alabama, somewhere near or south of Montgomery where her great‑grandmother’s daddy was buried after the Civil War.  So, Montgomery Alabama would be Tom’s starting destination.

 

For the next few days, Tom traveled the highways and back-roads with that Erie voice echoing in his mind.  He couldn’t quite shake the overwhelming feeling of being guided by some other-than-natural force.  While driving Tom dared not touch the watch in his pocket for fear it could spell disaster, Tom did however clutch the watch to his chest each night before falling asleep.

Tom was three long days on the road before he finally pulled up to the Courthouse in Montgomery Alabama.  The pillars at the front of the Municipal-Building made the structure look almost palatial.

The Cheesy Religion Part 3

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The Cheesy Religion

Part Three

 

 

The Cheesy Religion

Part Three

(A short story by Steven R. Harrel)

Suddenly, as Tom’s fingers brush the old timepiece, Tom swoons and falls back into his chair.  In his head, at what seemed something akin to a great distance, Tom hears a liquid voice, “You must be filled before she can be healed!”  The voice echoed several times and then faded into his soul…

 

Nancy catches Tom before he falls out of the chair, “What’s the matter Thomas!  Are you all right?”

Clutching the watch, Tom’s mind clears as he finds himself looking down at the old timepiece in a trembling hand.  As if bitten Tom drops the watch on the table and backs away.  “You didn’t hear that” Tom’s exclaims?