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THE SENSATIONAL SIX – Chapter 1 part 13

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He frowned, although his smile remained.

What’s wrong?

Laughing sheepishly, he shook his head.

“No, it’s stupid; don’t worry about it.”

Please tell me.

Glen sighed. “I remember a sermon someone said. It was so long ago that I don’t even remember who preached it.

What was it about? 

“Adam. Wait; do you know the Bible at all?”


“Well… back in the garden of Eden, God made man and the world. Everything was beautiful back then. There wasn’t any sin and therefore the world hadn’t been corrupted yet. And you know what the best part was?”


“Adam could talk to God like people do with each other. They were friends then. And yet… as perfect as the world was… as close as Adam was to God; He still said, “it’s not good that man should be alone.” You see… it’s not so significant what was said, but when it was said, and who said it. So God made woman; Eve for Adam. What Christians don’t realise is; that everything can be going well in their lives and they can be as close as possible to God, and yet can still lack something. No woman’s looked at me for years.”

A crooked smile formed on his lips.

“I ‘spose that can change when we get back. How do we get back?”

Just wait here – sooner or – later – people come. 

Glen popped another date into his mouth.

“Well I can think of worse places to wait.”

In the meantime.

The cloud reshaped into the glowing form of a shapely woman. Lacking in finer features, the cloud looked the equivalent of a celestial sand sculpture. He went to place his hand on her cheek, feeling nothing of substance. It didn’t matter. A man only had to have the company of a pleasant woman to lift his spirits. To hear her voice or to see the smile of a pretty woman could improve a man’s mood for the entire day.

“What do I call you?” he asked the fleas.

A pause followed before words glowed. Call me Eve. 

Glen took up another date. With a tear in his eye he took in astral panorama. Never before did it look so vivid. Now the night was perfect.


ForewordPrologueChapter 1


Author: mickdawson

I am a writer who never suffers from writer's block. My work is original in concept, thus telling me in both instances that God has gifted me. It is my hope that my work moves others. That those who read, might walk the lonely miles with the heroes; that they laugh and cry with them, and are also warmed by love. But there is also a greater hope. That those who read my work, see God's word in the adventures. More specifically that they find Jesus in the many pages and accept His free gift of salvation, already paid for on the cross.

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