"The Father" Extended end to chapter 5 and Chapter 6.

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Dr. Mejia was a stout man who loved his cigars as much as or possible more than he loved his American wife. He smoked one in the morning after breakfast, and he had another after lunch and dinner. In between, he chewed and sucked on a cigar the entire day. Once it would become nice and sloppy wet with his saliva, he would then truly begin to enjoy it. Sometimes that stick would be discarded if it fell apart or he would suck on it until he had the chance to light it. Dr. Mejia was a true tobacco connoisseur.

SUGAR (A POEM)

I used to write poetry. When  I was in 18 it was all I desired to write. I had volumes and volumes of poetry written. Hurricane Katrina took them away and I have not written any poetry since.  The other day the bug to write this hit me. It flowed out out of me naturally and at the very least it is a raw and as true to myself as I can be as a writer.  Feel free to tear it apart.

Sugar

I stand lost

yet 

found in the thought,

Your breath on my breath

Your thigh on my thigh

"THE FATHER" FIRST 5 CHAPTERS

This is the first 5 Chapters of my novel "The Father." "The Father" is the first book of a trilogy that I have been working on. The pages here have not been edited but I don't mind if you don't.

LOGLINE: Returning home to his wife and children from a mission trip to Central America a young self absorbed Doctor is starting to lose his mind, believing he's been possessed by a demon on his trip. When he starts to imagine that his wife has been impregnated with the anti-christ, he must Stop the child from being born.

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Rene'

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Hospital Escuela

Tegucigalpa, Honduras

There was blood everywhere.

The Father Chapters 3 and 4 (unedited)

III

Sundays were church days for Dawn and Luke. Henry 

never did attend mass regularly, so Dawn did not miss him as 

much on these days. 

As she headed out of the Church she thought about how 

she enjoyed the fellowship with the other parishioners of 

Resurrection of our Lord. She even didn't mind the nosey old 

ladies that bugged her about the absence of her handsome 

husband. She answers all of their intrusions with a kind heart. 

Her husband was a busy man and he preferred to pray in 

private. But, Henry was a devoted Catholic who loved the 

pope just as much as anyone else.