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October Falling: Baqash Origins
October Falling: Baqash Origins
October Falling: Baqash Origins
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The worldwide earthquake destroyed everything, especially hope. The End Times have begun, how will the Saved survive?

Terry is going to work near downtown Cleveland, OH when the 9.6 worldwide earthquake strikes. Will she get out alive?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherC.E. Wilson
Release dateNov 22, 2016
ISBN9781370530342
October Falling: Baqash Origins

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    October Falling - C.E. Wilson

    October Falling

    By C. E. Wilson

    Copyright:

    October Falling (Baqash Origions)

    Published by C. E. Wilson at Smashwords

    Copyright 2016 C. E. Wilson

    All Rights Reserved

    No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without the express written permission from the publisher, except in brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

    Unless otherwise indicated, all Scripture quotations are from the ESV® Bible (The Holy Bible, English Standard Version®), copyright © 2001 by Crossway, a publishing ministry of Good News Publishers. Used by permission. All rights reserved

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    Cover by C. E. Wilson

    Author Photo by Brent Shermann

    This ebook is liscensed for your personal enjoyment only. You may not resell it.

    Table of Contents

    Title

    Copyright

    Dedication

    Thanks

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 7

    Plan of Salvation

    Citations

    About the Author

    Baqash Chapter 1

    Dedicated to:

    Our Father, Son, and Holy Spirit – The Blessed Trinity

    Thanks:

    If not for these people this book would never have been written:

    My Beloved Bride – M. S.

    Phyllis H., Mark O., Bart K., and Mike P.

    To the many that have said an encouraging word to me after reading Baqash.

    There are so many more to include: Elders, Pastors, and Small Group Members. Everyone we encounter shapes us into who we are today and who we will become in the future. God uses these people to shape us into the very image of Christ.

    Come what come may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day. - Macbeth Act 1, Scene 3 by William Shakespeare

    Chapter 1

    Terry sat on the city bus, her ankles crossed and earbuds in her ears. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she had sunglasses on, which disguised her eyes. The bus slowed down at one of its stops, let a few on board, and then started back rolling again. She dug her phone out of her pocket and thumbed it on.

    She missed a message from her friend Michelle. Terry, you’re late. Your shift started five minutes ago.

    Great. She was always late, but even more so today because traffic was tied up due to a wreck ten blocks back. She wished she’d gotten out back then, but it was cold outside. October in Cleveland, Ohio was bitter this year. Other than the light polyester jacket she had on, she wasn’t geared for the cold. Most of the time, where she worked, and because the pace was so fast, she broke out into a continual sweat. She didn’t need heavy garments there - the lighter, the clingier, the better. A barista had to get her tips somehow.

    The bus pulled up to her stop. She was two blocks away from The Loner’s Brew near downtown. She’d be only 10 minutes late so she shrugged it off. No matter how hard she tried, she was always late. Terry hopped off of the bus and trudged past those waiting to get on. The cold bit at her knees through her torn-through jeans. She pulled the jacket tighter in a vain attempt to stay warm.

    Terry slipped into the flow of the crowd, and with any luck she’d be able to slip in without the manager noticing. Michelle always covered for her. However, there were times when Ronald noticed her tardiness. The last time he spoke to her he used words that included: dismissal, temporary reassignment, and I’ll have to let you go.

    But, he knew which side his toast was buttered on. And she knew it too. Plenty of patrons came in just to see her. She’d smile, say how you doing Hon, wave and bounce around while she did her job. Many of the patrons followed her after she’d been let go from her last coffee joint, which was just across the street.

    So she decided to slow her pace down, take in a little sunshine along with the cold breeze, and stop to speak with Francis. Francis was a cat that hung out along the sidewalk by his owner’s door. Francis always had a purr for her and she didn’t have to put on a show to get it. He loved her for who she was and not the façade she put on every morning.

    Francis sat on his step, preening. He looked up as she approached

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