…Upon these boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where once the sweet birds sang.
from Sonnet 73, William Shakespeare
Defrocked preacher Franklin Wales has a serious beef with God over the death of his 17 year old daughter. Five years ago he walked away from his wife and Megachurch, and disappeared among the homeless. He has constructed a suicide device that forces God to pull the trigger, and today he plans to use it. But against all odds, his hiding place has been discovered, and nothing will go as planned. Based on a true story.
Work in Progress
Ruined Choirs is a work in progress. I have written a significant portion of it and will make installments available free to those who care to look into the creative process. This group will be allowed to comment and even participate as I write the end of this novel. Use the form below to submit your request to become a “Story Traveller”.
What follows is a FREE SAMPLE of chapters 1 and 2. This represents a new step in my art form. I have become an actor, living inside the skin of my main character. Ruined Choirs is the first time I have written fiction in first person. Contact me using the form below if you like it … or not.
END OF SAMPLES. Do you want more of this story? Or not? Interested in becoming a “Story Traveller”? Let me hear from you via the form below. SB