Brethren, let me weave you a tale set in the modern age, if the present was bleak, then the future had never looked colder. Nearly half of the country’s population was suffering from hunger, isolation, mental illness and hopelessness. Technology had advanced so quickly that the need for human existence itself was becoming obsolete.
Realistically only a fraction of the population had the potential to create a sustainable income, and with the remaining population doubling at a mathematical rate, it was painfully obvious that planet Earth would no longer be able to sustain the human race.
When the food supply ended, famine, sickness and starvation were only the beginning, the panic and chaos that ensued would be on a global scale. And not even martial law would be effective.
In the aftermath, with no central government, society would collapse, and for the second time in human history the dark ages would fall.
Death seemed certain for everybody, except those few that had either the money or power to escape it. And maybe not even the brightest or the wealthiest would be able to do that.
The global elite had begun putting the last stages of their contingency plan in action. One of which was the harvesting of underage women to be used as “breeders.”
The ratio of woman had to outnumber that of the men but “involuntary” selection had become extremely dangerous in the information age.
One of the most powerful weapons the “Globalists,” had was secrecy, but with the “Internet Terrorists,” bypassing and infiltrating even their most classified systems and then exposing them to the entire world; the satanic elite were losing their edge.
Worse than that were the Internal “Whistle-Blowers” who could defect by uploading any classified information onto a popular “conspiracy” website, and validating it in a matter of seconds. The dream of a one world government seemed to be over.
So what were the alternatives?
Simple, If you could not dominate the world; destroy it. It would be easier to control the world with “marginal” population.
The Matrix was imploding, and it was not just other countries warring, but factions within the United States Government itself, so no one could be trusted.
But I digress…
Mark was the handsome, arrogant, spoiled little rich kid, grew up getting everything he wanted.
Until Jeanie arrived.
Jeanie, the new girl; beautiful redhead whose emerald-green eyes held secrets; showed intelligence, compassion and maybe just a hint of danger, sparkled with a magic that entranced all who could see it.
Mark could, but he was used to having everything he wanted, so the effects of her hypnotic beauty would not last long. Or so he thought.
But the more aggressively he pursued her, the cooler her response. Mark could not easily impress her with his wealth, as he had done with so many others because Jeanie’s family had money as well. Mark was not deterred, he already decided that Jeanie was to be his, a worth addition to his privileged life and nothing would stand in his way, not even Jeanie herself.
But Mark found that Jeanie could not only match him, but soon even had him on his guard. None of his tricks were working. Then caught in the heat of passion, Jeanie let her guard down and unintentionally revealed herself in a way that made her vulnerable.
Bad mistake for a woman who thought she was immune to the love of a man whom she knew would exploit her every weakness. Jeanie could forgive for that, It wasn’t Mark’s fault, that was not the man she loved. He was raised to be the epitome of “corporationalism,” the conqueror, and by any means necessary. In a modern world that was done with money. But there was more to life than money, Jeanie would save him.
But who would save her?
What Mark didn’t know was that there were other parties equally interested in Jeanie, for their own reasons, just as selfish, but not as benign. Jeanie’s parents were employed by a division of the government, but nobody knew specifically what branch.
These people were anciet and evil, Jeanie’s parents were only employed there because of their bloodlines. It was a very dangerous government sect that dealt with the paranormal, alien hybrids, cloning, and advanced technology. The powers that be, were very aware of Jeanie’s supernatural abilities because that was what she had been bred for.
In a numerical combination, Jeanie’s first, last and middle name were each composed of six digits. This 6-6-6, combination identified a specific family lineage. Jeanie. Genealogy. Blood-lines. Jeanie was chosen because of her heritage. And membership was exclusive. And this was the reason why Jeanie was so valuable to the Government. Even her own parents were expendable if Jeanie could be acquired instead.
But Jeanie’s was not a girl who would allow her life to be defined by something as arbitrary as a bloodline, nor would she permit herself to be used as a instrument of evil by a secret society, no-matter what they promised; no-matter what they threatened.
If Jeanie, would not come willing, they would take her by force and initiate her into their circle with a hellish ritual that would take control of her mind, body, and soul.
Could Mark’s substantial wealth, power, and his penchant for brilliant alternatives in hopeless situations aid in saving Jeanie?
Or would Jeanie’s powers in the supernatural be strong enough to protect her, and the ones she loved, from all those who threatened to destroy her.
-Jason Gabriel Kondrath
Chapter One: I Dream of Jeanie
Yes, Master: Rise of the Witch
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I am a writer who created a new genre called Eros Macabre (which is really just a combination of horror and erotica). What are the two most types of films. Porn and Horror. Sure you have the new Star Wars or Jurassic World every Summer, but there always that haunting feeling of “been here-done that.”
Because you have.
I don’t rewrite the Batman story every five years. I am original. That’s how I gauge my success. Not by how many books I sold or if how many fans I have. If I have told you a story that you have never heard before, I did my job.
I don’t know why but for some reason there have tried to mix genre’s before, like Horror and Comedy.
Both good in their own respect, but horrible together. Like Peanut Butter and Ketchup, instead of Peanut Butter and Jelly.
I got it right thou.
My first book, was about a beautiful thirteen year old redhead who practices witch-craft to protect herself from Rape and Incest. It was so realistically written that Amazon banned the printed version and I the uncut version is only available in E-format.
Before I ever stated writing I was an inventor (not a scientist), so I tried to built working proto-types which are very expensive. Millions of dollars in nothing for a working prototype that will never see the light of day. As a man who came from nothing. I started writing stories (fiction) usually set in the near-future and mentioned my inventions as an attempt to promote them. I started a website to build a following with short stories (all mine and original), in an attempt to build an audience that would buy my longer novels, that my inventions were mentioned (and illustrated in), so that I could generate enough money to build a working prototype of my inventions.
I started doing this over twenty years ago, and here we are. So if you have never heard of me, its not by choice. I have been perfecting my craft and building my confidence. Please buy this book, or my others, and join me at my website: www.worldofrath.com
If you don’t know me, and won’t subscribe to me, you need to read my material, otherwise leave because I have no tolerance for close minded, and selfish individuals. Maybe you should join the Illuminati. The group of Satanic Bankers who want to create a one world order so the Devil can take control to enslave the human race.
The Bible alludes that the Devil can not create, only destroy, Human Beings throughout history have sold their souls to obtain money, power, and wealth. all at the expense of the rest of us, in and attempt to create a one world order for that “sole” purpose.
I had my chance to join almost five years ago, when I arrived in Los Angelo’s (City of Angel). I write about witchcraft, demonology, cults, political corruption, so I caught their attention rather quickly.
But I refused.
You’ll never write in this town again.
That was a joke.
I’m going to be successful, no matter what, but unlike other artists Vincent Van Gogh, and Phillip K. Dick, it would be nice if I could see some of that success in my own lifetime.
Only you can make that possible.
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This novel is based on actual events that happened to me.
I never believed in haunted houses; until I owned one, I was a real-estate agent who bought a house the owner had died in. It was cheap, and run down, and needed repairs so I figured that I could do most of them myself, and then flip the house later for a quick profit.
One night I was working in the house alone, when the lights suddenly went out. I took my flashlight and went downstairs to the breaker box to reset the switches. Suddenly my flashlight dimmed like all the juice had been sucked out of the batteries, and then died completely. These were new batteries that I had just put in.
I went over to the basement windows and pulled back the curtains, anything to let some light in. The sky outside was completely black, we don’t have anymore stars because of all that shit they spray overhead, the “human pesticides” that are more popular known as chem-trails.
If you doubt me, go out tonight, or right now if its dark and look up, you won’t see one star. The sky out the window was completely black, midnight with no moon to speak of either. It was either cloudy, or a quarter moon phase, I don’t know,
But I could not see anything in the dark, Then I walked back and I fumbled with the switches in the dark, looking for the main breaker. My eyes had a hard time adjusting to the dark, but suddenly I saw or detected movement somewhere just in front of me in that ocean of darkness that was the basement, and it was completely unexpected.
There was no one else in the house, I came alone, and no one could have gotten in. You ever have anyone sneak up on you? Like a prank, It was like that.This was the most scared I had ever been in my life.
I read about people who described an out of body experience when they died on the operating table or at the scene of an accident before they were brought back.
I was so scared that before I could fully comprehend what had happened, my body was body was scared stiff but my soul tried to jump out of my body to escape whatever it was downstairs with me.
I don’t know what it was, I ran screaming all the way up the steps, and out the door and I did not look back until I was at my car. When your that scared you don’t piss or shit yourself like they say you do in books.
My soul jumping out of my body, was like stepping on a tack, it was something you realize after the fact, not before, and your body tells your brain what happened after you central nervous system steps off the tack, and not the other way around.
After that I quit real-estate because I didn’t want to sell houses anymore. I only did that to get the money I needed to make the proto-types necessary for my inventions, which were very, very expensive. Now I was also a great story teller but first and foremost a inventor by trade, finally someone said, Rath, you have to write about this shit, and I said, “No one would believe me.”
And they said, if anyone could make them believe it would be you…
Hell that sounded like a bet, so I did, and after almost fifteen years this fifth book is completed, and the first five chapter are available as a preview. Why don’t you read for yourself and you be the judge???