Man writes one page a day to a series of seven novels, every day, never stopping until he is finished. Horror meets modern-day Lord Of The Rings in this tale spanning 70,000 years about a twenty-four year old named Marvin and his encounters with an ancient anomaly known only as the "Harvester".
Outside, he could smell the burning embers of a bon fire. Marvin noticed a few burn barrels while traveling down Canal Road, feeling the freedom of the open country side as the brush and trees enveloped the immediate area. He couldn’t see the smoke, but it was still smoldering. The scent caused him to cough a bit.
It’s so calm here…
Marvin started on the walkway that led to the building with the indoor lobby, hoping the land lord was still in. The concrete was freshly lain, no more than a few years old. The complex was much older. Marvin estimated its age around twenty or twenty five years. He could tell from the look of the roof and side paneling.
At the sidewalks end, a glass door with a metal handle urged Marvin to enter in. A blue, handi-cap access button could be seen on the right side wall about waist high, prompting Marvin to take advantage of the automatic door opening mechanism. He hated germs. He always carried a tiny bottle of hand sanitizer where ever he traveled and used it religiously. The door propped open slowly and Marvin entered the hall.
Apartment B. It’s probably on this floor.
Marvin was peering into the note with the apartment sketches. He’d also written Mr. Rhodes address in the top left corner. As he lifted his head to begin the search, Marvin spotted a drop box hung on one of the doors with the words “Rent Checks” scribbled on it with pink sharpie marker.
