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Have you ever wished for a miracle? Come on now. Of course you have. You know you have. For, which of us on this planet, atheists included, has not at one time or another, and with the heart of a beggar, pleaded, entreated, prayed, even bargained for a miracle of one sort or another to be granted, whether for ourselves or someone else? Now, let us never confuse miracles with magic. Magic is just that - hocus-pocus, fake, sham, not real, no matter how impressive and baffling. Again, let us not confuse miracles with favours - favours from the Almighty and favourite saints, all part and parcel of the popular novena culture of Catholics, and prayed for daily by the faithful for receipt of all manner of personal intentions. Nor are we talking the "Wow! How did that happen?-It's-gotta-be-a-miracle!" kind of miracle. No, no, no. At the risk of sounding redundant, we're talking real miracles here!
But, Dr. Adam Bell is surely not confused. Oh no. As Chief Investigator, he knows the difference only too well. After all, 'miracles' are his official business at the Bureau of Scientific Scepticism (B.O.S.S.), and his good nature and intellectual curiosity soon cause him to delve more deeply than required into the anatomy and character of miracles - all in keeping with the bureau's secret agenda. This happens not a moment too soon as it turns out, when without warning his own dire need for a miracle transforms his usual impartial, objective, routine work with the federal government bureau into an inordinately personal, life-and-death chase. Adam is also, of necessity, himself inherently transformed from the quiet, plodding, somewhat hesitating investigator, unused to police work, into a man on a mission, a father-to-be with a cause, where time is of the essence, and there's no room for error... Join him in the chase of his life!
About the Author
Eliot H. Bailey was born on Wednesday August 10th 1983 at 3 a.m. on the beautiful Caribbean island of St. Lucia - an island that has produced two Nobel laureates. His parents, both educators, have devoted their lives to teaching the arts. Eliot was named after T.S. Eliot - "one 'l', one 't'" - as he was wont, from the tender age of eighteen months, to inform all and sundry who might ask his name. Eliot was a curious child who started talking when he was about ten months. As a young boy, he asked questions galore and spouted creative ideas. Being British (as well as St Lucian), he would spend his summers back in his father's homeland of England visiting family and, in his teens, chose to live there on his own for a year. It was during this time that he was moved to chronicling his days and jotting down his thoughts on life and the parade of characters that crossed his path. Much of this writing was done on the spur of the moment as he sat in train stations or on park benches.
For more visit: eliothbailey.com
"As I gaze into the black hole before me I know that my death is drawing ever closer. I can count the minutes I have left to live on my hands."
When Dylan Jordyn is found murdered, police hunt for the killer, but she doesn't want to be found.
This is a fiction that tells both sides of the story, will the killer evade the police or will they prove to clever for her to escape.
When Dylan Jordyn, a spy for her brother, finally catches up to her Reala takes him out in an act of self-preservation. But, what she doesn't know is that this will turn into a chase, with the police catching up what will Reala, vampire in exile, true-born queen of the vampire clans, do? Will she lie down and accept defeat or will she fight for survival?
Three humorous glimpses into the fictional life of a young starlet.
The Gap--------------------------Mystery Novel---------------------452 pages
Could you murder someone and not know it?
That’s the dilemma of Clint Richards, a teacher at a suburban school near Philadelphia. He was close to the crime scene at the time of the murder, and his fingerprints were on the bedroom door of the victim. But Clint has no memory of ever being in Cynthia Carter’s residence. There seems to be a time gap that he can’t account for.
Richards becomes an amateur investigator trying to clear his name but only gets himself in deeper. Has he blocked out a horrible crime that he’s committed, or are there sinister forces at work framing him for the murder? Incidents from Clint’s past begin to surface telling him that he’s blocked out other parts of his life that he’s wanted to forget.
Soon other murders occur with similar gaps in the suspects’ memories. It’s as if some kind of alien force has taken over people’s minds, forcing them to do heinous crimes. Richards, though, believes that there’s a human answer, and he searches for something that will link the murders to each other. Richards loses two girlfriends and nearly his mind as he pursues the answer.
What he finds out about his own past sends him reeling. The answer is closer to himself than he realizes. Possibly some gaps should not be filled in.
This is for the KISS ME contest. A girl recalls the one kiss that she remembers the most. Believe it or not, this is actually based on a true story a family friend experienced.
How can she understand?
Solutions: A Man's Dilemma is the second story in the series of seven that examines one's relationship with self, others, and ultimately our Lord God. The story picks up a few years later where A Dog's Dilemma left off. In this story Stephen, a former FBI agent, is called to duty by the U.S. Crisis Center. The crisis comes in the form of a world-wide flu pandemic that is threatening to extinguish all human life. Stephen's job is to talk reluctant survivors to leave their homes and be delivered to a place of isolation and safety. But what Stephen eventually finds out is not a question of where they are being delivered but why.
I, Jett Blackthorne am the elder cousin of Daniel Blackstone. I am a wizard/necromaner like him but I hardly use my necromancy. This is my time, my time to show the council what I've got.
Where could that child prodigy ever have gotten his training?
Lindsay had been abused for 18 years but her parents. One day she finally has had enough. She snaps and the next thing she knows, she's washing her parents blood from her hands. Hurt, alone, and scared Lindsay flees.
Have you ever wished for a miracle? Come on now. Of course you have. You know you have. For, which of us on this planet, atheists included, has not at one time or another, and with the heart of a beggar, pleaded, entreated, prayed, even bargained for a miracle of one sort or another to be granted, whether for ourselves or someone else? Now, let us never confuse miracles with magic. Magic is just that - hocus-pocus, fake, sham, not real, no matter how impressive and baffling. Again, let us not confuse miracles with favours - favours from the Almighty and favourite saints, all part and parcel of the popular novena culture of Catholics, and prayed for daily by the faithful for receipt of all manner of personal intentions. Nor are we talking the "Wow! How did that happen?-It's-gotta-be-a-miracle!" kind of miracle. No, no, no. At the risk of sounding redundant, we're talking real miracles here!
But, Dr. Adam Bell is surely not confused. Oh no. As Chief Investigator, he knows the difference only too well. After all, 'miracles' are his official business at the Bureau of Scientific Scepticism (B.O.S.S.), and his good nature and intellectual curiosity soon cause him to delve more deeply than required into the anatomy and character of miracles - all in keeping with the bureau's secret agenda. This happens not a moment too soon as it turns out, when without warning his own dire need for a miracle transforms his usual impartial, objective, routine work with the federal government bureau into an inordinately personal, life-and-death chase. Adam is also, of necessity, himself inherently transformed from the quiet, plodding, somewhat hesitating investigator, unused to police work, into a man on a mission, a father-to-be with a cause, where time is of the essence, and there's no room for error... Join him in the chase of his life!
About the Author
Eliot H. Bailey was born on Wednesday August 10th 1983 at 3 a.m. on the beautiful Caribbean island of St. Lucia - an island that has produced two Nobel laureates. His parents, both educators, have devoted their lives to teaching the arts. Eliot was named after T.S. Eliot - "one 'l', one 't'" - as he was wont, from the tender age of eighteen months, to inform all and sundry who might ask his name. Eliot was a curious child who started talking when he was about ten months. As a young boy, he asked questions galore and spouted creative ideas. Being British (as well as St Lucian), he would spend his summers back in his father's homeland of England visiting family and, in his teens, chose to live there on his own for a year. It was during this time that he was moved to chronicling his days and jotting down his thoughts on life and the parade of characters that crossed his path. Much of this writing was done on the spur of the moment as he sat in train stations or on park benches.
For more visit: eliothbailey.com
"As I gaze into the black hole before me I know that my death is drawing ever closer. I can count the minutes I have left to live on my hands."
When Dylan Jordyn is found murdered, police hunt for the killer, but she doesn't want to be found.
This is a fiction that tells both sides of the story, will the killer evade the police or will they prove to clever for her to escape.
When Dylan Jordyn, a spy for her brother, finally catches up to her Reala takes him out in an act of self-preservation. But, what she doesn't know is that this will turn into a chase, with the police catching up what will Reala, vampire in exile, true-born queen of the vampire clans, do? Will she lie down and accept defeat or will she fight for survival?
Three humorous glimpses into the fictional life of a young starlet.
The Gap--------------------------Mystery Novel---------------------452 pages
Could you murder someone and not know it?
That’s the dilemma of Clint Richards, a teacher at a suburban school near Philadelphia. He was close to the crime scene at the time of the murder, and his fingerprints were on the bedroom door of the victim. But Clint has no memory of ever being in Cynthia Carter’s residence. There seems to be a time gap that he can’t account for.
Richards becomes an amateur investigator trying to clear his name but only gets himself in deeper. Has he blocked out a horrible crime that he’s committed, or are there sinister forces at work framing him for the murder? Incidents from Clint’s past begin to surface telling him that he’s blocked out other parts of his life that he’s wanted to forget.
Soon other murders occur with similar gaps in the suspects’ memories. It’s as if some kind of alien force has taken over people’s minds, forcing them to do heinous crimes. Richards, though, believes that there’s a human answer, and he searches for something that will link the murders to each other. Richards loses two girlfriends and nearly his mind as he pursues the answer.
What he finds out about his own past sends him reeling. The answer is closer to himself than he realizes. Possibly some gaps should not be filled in.
This is for the KISS ME contest. A girl recalls the one kiss that she remembers the most. Believe it or not, this is actually based on a true story a family friend experienced.
How can she understand?
Solutions: A Man's Dilemma is the second story in the series of seven that examines one's relationship with self, others, and ultimately our Lord God. The story picks up a few years later where A Dog's Dilemma left off. In this story Stephen, a former FBI agent, is called to duty by the U.S. Crisis Center. The crisis comes in the form of a world-wide flu pandemic that is threatening to extinguish all human life. Stephen's job is to talk reluctant survivors to leave their homes and be delivered to a place of isolation and safety. But what Stephen eventually finds out is not a question of where they are being delivered but why.
I, Jett Blackthorne am the elder cousin of Daniel Blackstone. I am a wizard/necromaner like him but I hardly use my necromancy. This is my time, my time to show the council what I've got.
Where could that child prodigy ever have gotten his training?
Lindsay had been abused for 18 years but her parents. One day she finally has had enough. She snaps and the next thing she knows, she's washing her parents blood from her hands. Hurt, alone, and scared Lindsay flees.