About Prophet
Written by Elisa Viperas
115 pages / 39000 words
ISBN: 1-93389-98-2
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
Raid Tanner isn't too keen on being a Prophet. Especially not for some guy who wants to kill the whole human race. Or at least that's what Priest says he is, and Raid finds more and more evidence to prove it's true.
Still, Priest has this way about him, this thing that Raid can't
describe or understand, just love. And as he shows Priest what it means to be a human being and do what humans do, he grows to love the weird guy even more. Can they stay together, and stay sane, when Priest decides it's time to put his plan into action and take over the world?
Review
by Mike Shade
There are those that enjoy unlikely romances and Ms. Viperas' Raid and Priest are two of the most unlikely. Though not for everyone, this darkly comedic piece had me alternately shaking my head and chuckling. Don't let the beginning fool you, these two characters find something very much like romance as they explore humanity and love.
Sample
Thing about being psychic is that you can’t tell no one. First off, none of their damn business, and secondly, you really think they’re going to believe you? Thirdly, if they are insane enough to believe you, they’re going to say “If you’re so damn psychic, why didn’t you tell me my radiator was going to crack?” and they ain’t going to stick around long enough for you to explain that it don’t work like that. And you just lost yourself a customer, I bet.
And Hell, I can’t afford to lose any more customers. I’m barely paying my rent as is. I mean, forget about Raid Tanner, homeowner. Right now I’m trying to avoid being Raid Tanner, homeless guy that likes to yell at the sidewalk. That’s the thing people don’t get about my abilities. If I could see the future, you really think I’d be busting my ass eight hours a day instead of sitting in my mansion and enjoying my lottery winnings? Yeah, right. No, all I got is the ability to see what already happened to you. That’s everything that happened to you. All of it—from when your hamster died in fourth grade to the night you lost your virginity to the stupid television shows you watch every afternoon without fail.
It gives me nosebleeds, and tends to make me more than a little hostile.
Got to admit, that’s one of the reasons I like cars more than I like people. A person, I’ve got to grit my teeth and ignore the buzz of their life floating around their head, and if I let my concentration down one little bit, bam, I get the full-detail biography, and they get to watch me gush blood like someone shot me up the nose. As is, I tend to get a sort of Reader’s Digest version of it all. But see, a car? Nothing but metal and plastic, and maybe a nice purr from the engine if I’ve done her right.
To be honest, though, every once in a blue moon I’ll get a hunch. I’ll wake up knowing I ain’t going to be at work on time, and later I’ll find out the buses are running light. I’ll know it’s a bad idea to eat at a certain restaurant same way you know it’s a bad idea to touch fire. Small hunches—and always for bad things, you notice that? Yeah.
And I had a hunch today was going to be a pain in the ass.