Cordless Frequency—Chapter Three
a novel
Part One—Glory of Man
Part Two—Insecticide
Part Three—Ice Nine
Part Four—I Don’t Know
Part Five—The End of It All
Content Warning: Explicit Sexual Content, Horrific Violence, Incest, Rape, and Murder. I don’t think you should read this at all.
Part One—Glory of Man
Chapter Three
“There were two now and only two.”
That’s what it was to be.
“Nothing can change that.”
God had said the words.
“Their lies would end.”
Infinance left nothing to be questioned.
“Hope would live at their demise.”
Horrible people would die said The God of Gods.
“The time would be September 1st, 2025.”
The decree had been made.
Everything on that other plane would be disrupted by remaking of interwaves from inside and around—compelled by those chosen few—the minds able to make change together for all and take Gods mission in their hands.
Yesteryears sorrows wrought fury into form about the cosmos and beyond.
There was some bitch who would die if they moved up The Goddess and God would see that done. It had been told to their ears. They would not believe it capable to be compelled beyond their will to such a task nor that it would fall on the very date it had been prescribed by God through His Woman’s words. They would try and fail.
The name was Mary. She would lose her legs when she moved upon The Goddess. It would be seen to by above and beyond throughout the forward and rear of time and space. She had failed—as was written. Time would come for penance.
Nothing should please a Goddess more than the end of their greatest demon’s remergence. Her underground’s own visage. Her mother and sister and lover’s before, her father and brother and friends in the space she’d know her own. They’d held her down and made this wrongness she’d become at their expense a fallacy of their thoughtful hoping. Each had not known. It was one who’d had the chance to see.
They did not, and they had written their own fate in clear. David had been chosen. That had been written and there was always to be this greatest failure including the one which would befall them as the underground bathed in lava and blood on September 1st, 2025.
Horrible people everywhere—sucked the hope from freedom’s treasured harvest and weeping willow’s hopeful sorrow.
