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".
Marvin shouted over to the pale man as he closed the gap between them. The colossal yard sat tucked behind the four buildings and garage, measuring three to four acres in size. Mr. Rhodes had been tending to a massive garden, characterized by plump vegetables and vivid greenery. Marvin was Impressed by his work. Over the the next few days, he would recall stories told by Billy pertaining to a certain gay land lord with too much to say. His words were always cheap, poking fun at the fat mans insecurities and lack of social skills. This was the man he spoke of, and for once in his life, Marvin wished he’d never met Billy.
Stephen looked in Marvin’s general direction and brushed the sweat from his chunky brow. His nose was sharp and his eyes were an icy blue. His lips were very pasty and had ears that reminded Marvin of a pig. He felt a good vibe coming from the land lord and offered his hand out to greet him.
“Hey man, I’m Marvin.”
Stephen’s eyes squinted a bit, taking a good look over the youth in front of him. He easily towered Marvin by over a foot and a half. The large beast reached out to offer a hand in return.
“Hey there pal.”
His voice was like that of an angel, a bit airy and calming to Marvin’s nerves. He did speak like a woman, but it didn’t appear to be forced. He was just a feminine guy. He liked his garden vegetables and you could tell from his size that he knew what to do with them.
“Sorry bout all the mess, I wanted to get those tomatoes off before the foxes got to ‘em.”