Oh Madeline E-Book

H.L. Dowless

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Follow along with the protagoinist as he meets his new love of his life, Madeline. See where he has his advantages and makes his terrible mistakes. Were they his fault or the enchanting Madeline's? Find out where his saga ends.

Leseprobe

H.L. Dowless

Oh Madeline

The Possession

This work is dedicated to my son, Stephan, and as always, to the glory of God Almighty, for all creativity is a gift from his, since he is the artist for all that exists.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

The Possession

Oh Madeline

The rhythmic melody of the seductive sirens' whispering chant rode upon the midday wind. Inviting, enticing, hexing, seizing hold of mortal mind, invading the very heart, and capturing the very soul. It was a low whisper, it was at first, then it increased in it's gradual volume, until the very curiosity aroused, and one's resistance to it dulled just as gradual.

This rhythm continued in perpetuity; enticing, hexing mesmerizing, and there was no escape into the secular world about. Indeed, no matter where the physical body raced to find solitude, there was none. Be it down the street, into the cellar, into the secluded closet, behind closed doors of one's fortress walls; behold, even into deep and dark woods, there was no escape! The chanting rhythmic song sang on the very wind breathed into the heaving lungs, enticing, motivating, employing the brain, the legs, the arms....until there was no resistance. Yea, the desire to fight was literally vacuumed from pit of the very soul!

The legs were then forced, compelled beyond imagination, to move into a forced direction with the same compulsion that a magnet bears when near the opposing end of another. Even in-spite of the very imagination desiring the body at a specific destination, the legs ambled forward as though going by their own free will, in absence of the mind. The hands may grasp and railings, the arms may wrap the light stands, but the allure grows with more intensity....and the eyes inform the mind of this new direction...in absence of the permission of the mind. Soon the song grows in volume and intensity until every sound that the ears behold is of an eerie haunting beckoning.

The eyes behold the sidewalk path that leads toward an ancient two story brick home that spoke of wealth and glory somewhat faded. The feet then transport the body forward to the direction in the song of the siren. Slowly they enter into the threshold, now into the foyer, and the eyes behold the large extravagant upward winding staircase. The hands feel and grasp the railing as the feet slowly...ever so slowly... slink their way upward to the rhythm of the haunting chant...that spellbinding, rhythmic chant that pulls even at the very heart and soul. Slowly....ever so gently...they walk...one foot in front of the other...until they take that last step onto the ancient heartwood floor of the hallway....

Now the force of the song, the force of the melody, was so intense, so heavy, that any resistance was out of mind, no thoughts of such any where near. The eyes beheld the door ajar in the sacred distance, and the ears could hear the melodious song, that chanting melodious rhythm that so forcefully pulled the limbs forward. The very heart raced with an intensity as though it desired to leap from it's very seat inside the breast. The mind forcefully attempted to overpower the attraction of the song, the hands seized hold of the railing pulling the body backwards, now backwards toward the staircase, but the force of the song always prevailed.... yes it always prevailed....until the body found itself standing before the door.....yes, that very door! The heart raced with great intensity, to the point that the breath heaved, causing the mind to feel as though it would cease and the body grow limp.