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    Violent Faith
    Violent Faith
    Violent Faith
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    Violent Faith

    By Matthew Stephens

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    While his parents are going through a divorce, a boy is forced to live with his aunt and uncle where he dicovers a true evil buried under the name of God.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMatthew Stephens
    Release dateJan 20, 2012
    ISBN9781465765024
    Violent Faith
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    Matthew Stephens

    I'm an avid reader and love to write. I am married with two boys and reside in Minnesota. Some of my favorite authors are Stephen King,Dean Koontz, James Patterson, Peter Straub, Suzanne Collins, J.K. Rowling, Thomas Harris, Dan Brown, Cormac McCarthy, My new favorite- Bentley Little, and many many more. I'm willing to read any author who has a great idea and is able to express his ideas in a way I can relate(at least with the characters) and understand clearly. I revise constanly and still don't end up satified, but i guess that is something that will come in time, hopefully. I hope you enjoy my stories as much as I enjoy writing them. I am currently working on a novel, but I will try to upload new short stories from time to time, mostly free to read. I believe if I'm going to charge anything it should be at least 4,000 words or more. A lot of the stories I post are old and had been written years ago, but I think they still have good potential (After endless revising and I know they're still not perfect). P.S. you can find my newest stories under M.D. Stephens. I will no longer be posting stories under this pen name. I am taking a different approach and trying to appeal to a broader audience. I thank all of you who have read these stories, and I urge you to check out my other profile where there is some exciting stuff to come. My attempt from now on is to write stories without all the sexual situations and extreme graphic violence. I believe if I'm a good enough writer, I should be able to entertain without being so gritty and explicit. I'm not going to completely abandon the darker side, but for now, I'm going to tone it down. the link for my new profile is below. Thanks for your time. Matt

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      Book preview

      Violent Faith - Matthew Stephens

      Violent Faith

      A Novella by

      Matthew David Stephens

      Copyright by Matthew Stephens 2011

      Published by Smashwords

      Disclaimer

      Throughout human history man has used the name of God or other religious figures to carry out their own ambitions. This has led to murder, rape, and even war. These men, who claim to be prophets have brainwashed their family, friends, and anyone who will listen into believing they have spoken to the higher power and use it to their own advantages.

      This is not to say that all people who have claimed to talk to God are hurtful and destructive, but as history would show, a lot of major religious leaders have committed ultimate sins (in most people's opinions). They have added their personal beliefs and joys into what they preach. Thus making themselves God.

      The story to follow is entirely fictional and is by no means an attack on any religious group or belief. The characters, places, and events in the story are completely made up. So follow me, and a little boy named Billy, in a story of a corrupt spirituality and a fight to survive it.

      Chapter One

      The day was hot and the smell of freshly cut grass hung in the air. School had just let out for the summer and the sound of giddy children echoed off the houses. Billy Brogan was walking along a cracked and broken sidewalk. He walked along whistling and swinging his dirty old book bag. He couldn't wait to see what summer had in store for him. He imagined playing outside with his buddy Ryan, trading baseball cards or building a tree fort in his back yard. A burst of excitement came over him and he started running for home. When he saw his house, he noticed something that sent his excitement into overdrive. A large semi truck was parked on the street.

      Dad's home! he shouted and ran as fast as his little legs would take him. He darted up the porch steps and burst through the front door. He quickly kicked off his shoes and hung his book bag on the coat rack.

      Mom? Dad? Anyone home? Billy asked as he walked through the unusually quiet living room. When no one responded, he slowly walked upstairs. He went to his bedroom and looked around. The room was empty. He took a moment to admire his batman posters, as usual, then went back into the hallway. He was heading toward his parents room when the door suddenly opened and his mother stood with tears in her eyes.

      Hey Billy, can you come in here for a second? She said and watched as he made his way in.

      Your father and I need to talk to you about something. He walked in and saw his father sitting on the bed with his hands folded in his lap.

      Hey buddy, how's it going? I miss ya. He was trying to sound cheery and held his arms out to embrace his boy. Billy ran to him and gave him a good hard hug, burying his face in his chest. He could smell that familiar scent of Old Spice cologne.

      How ya been scout? He said and messed up Billy's blond hair with his big calloused hand while holding him tight.

      Can you take a seat for a second so me and your mom can talk to you?

      Billy let go of his father and crawled up on the bed next to him. He could see the unease in his parents eyes and could almost smell the frustration they were holding back. He knew that whatever this talk was going to be about, it wasn't going to be good.

      Well this isn't very easy to tell you, but your mom and I are not doing so well. You see, when grown-ups get older they sometimes grow apart. His father paused and looked down to the floor.

      Oh Jesus Christ Bill, he doesn't need a speech. Billy's mother said from across the room and bent down. Billy looked into his mother's eyes and felt her hands caressing his wrists.

      What your father is trying to say is that we're not going to be living together anymore. You will still be able to spend time with both of us and we love you very much, but things are going to be a little different from now on. When she finished, she had tears running down her face which caused Billy's heart to sink and his own eyes began to water.

      Bill Brogan tried to calm his wife and son down by rubbing the middle of their backs. Susan slapped his hand away and looked at him with hateful bloodshot eyes. Bill stood up shaking his head and walked out of the bedroom. He closed the door behind him and that's when Billy fell apart. All of his excitement was completely drained. He hardly ever saw his father as it was, and now this? He pressed his face into his mother's chest and began to sob in long drags. He felt the warmth of his mother's hands as she rubbed the back of his head, then she pulled him away and held his cheeks.

      Your father's leaving us and I can't afford this place on my own. So your going to have to go stay with your aunt Linda and uncle Brian for a little bit. At least until I can find a place, OK! She let go of his face and started rubbing his arms. They looked at each other through blurry eyes.

      It will be alright, I promise! She pleaded into her son's sullen face. Billy hated the idea of leaving for the summer. He hated the way his dad walked out of the room without the slightest care. But most of all, he hated that awful look on his mother's face.

      Alright. He said, sniffling and wiping his eye's. They hugged each other never wanting to let go.

      ***

      Billy had been fast asleep for two hours. Susan and Bill sat at the kitchen table. The clock on the wall read a quarter to midnight. Susan's cheeks were chapped from the constant flow of tears. She was using a soggy Kleenex to dab them. Bill was laid back in a chair looking at his wife and feeling no pity for her.

      Look, you should of known this was coming. He told her while taking a swig off a Budweiser bottle.

      What did you think I was going to do? I come home and you treat me like a stranger. Come on Susan! He set his beer down with a thud and stood up. He walked to the fridge and started packing a cooler.

      I treat you like a stranger because you are a stranger. You asshole! She screamed and slammed her fists on the table.

      I can't believe your going to leave your family for some nasty truck stop hooker. What the hell is wrong with you? She started crying into the disintegrated tissue once again. With no remorse, Bill walked to the table and slammed his palms down.

      She's not a hooker and she treats me a hell of a lot better than you. He screamed in her face. This sent Susan into a heap of sorrow.

      That's enough, I'm out of here! He grabbed his cooler and headed for the door. He was putting his shoes on when he heard a familiar voice.

      Daddy? Billy said rubbing his eyes at the bottom of the stairs. Bill stood looking at his confused son. He walked to him, knelt down and began hugging him. Billy stood in his father's grasp limply and listened as he was told that his father loved him very much and they would see each other soon.

      Love you. Billy muttered, feeling his father rub the top of his head like always, then watched as he stood up and walked out the door.

      When he heard the semi fire up, he walked to the window and stared blankly at the rigs lights. He always loved the way they looked at night. It reminded him of a Christmas tree. After ten minutes, which seemed like a second, the truck pulled away from the curb and

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