Chronicles of Lyle Baptist part 1

Chronicles of Lyle Baptist part 1

Status: Finished

Genre: Literary Fiction

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Status: Finished

Genre: Literary Fiction

Summary

the story of a catholic priest thrown into chaos and experiencing supernatural events through drugs and his past, a twist of otherworldly elements is added in, not for children, contains homosexuality, alcohol and drug use.

Summary

the story of a catholic priest thrown into chaos and experiencing supernatural events through drugs and his past, a twist of otherworldly elements is added in, not for children, contains homosexuality, alcohol and drug use.

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Submitted: April 16, 2012

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You know those days you wish you'd wake up, but can't? seemed i had one for awhile. In a dream, unable to do anything but review a part of the past i didn't want to. something that i got chastised for, for a long time. was young, so if there was an excuse for falling into it like i did, that'd be it. Peer pressure, and wanting to be cool. the year was 1974, its 2012 now, but we all know this, haha. I was 14 , the problem? drugs and alcohol were what the 'cool kids' were doing, throwing parties and such. well, unfortunately i was cordially invited by the coolest kid in school, at the time, to go to a party like that. My good friend Bleu, a black friend of mine, one of my only friends, was like a brother to me, he advised against it, knowing the bully's reputation.
 
After much talking and discussion we went, but lied to my parents, my father was the local catholic priest in town, Conway, NH. Well, when we got there, the party was in full swing, and the first thing shoved in my hand was a bottle of vodka. Bleu and i agreed to meet at the front door when we were ready, unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen. That night, i was introduced to a variety of drugs and alcohol, there was a 16 ft tall bong on one side of the room, and i was intoxicated enough to try it. Spent a bit of the night with a nude goth chick, and after that was a blur. I woke in the afternoon sometime, in bed with a blonde of sorts beer cans and bottles of all kinds on the floor, pot in bags scattered about and other paraphenallia as well.  
 
That was my dream, but more to the point and it went quick, but over and over, till the alarm went off at 7 am. Here i am today, the priest of the church my father worked at, passed on to me. Why that dream, i wondered, guess it was nothing, after all, a dream is but that, isnt it. Said good morning to Miss. Peters down the street, bless her aged soul, runs the food bank in town.  Usual Sunday morning, nothing out of place or denoting hidden secrets, went in, changed into my robes and collar, and readied the sermon,again. Miss. Lyttle was my secretary, she had an articulate way of doing things, and seemed to get under my skin in a way that i couldn't put my finger on, it wasn't annoying, far from it, but it was crawling under my skin. Anyway, the sermon was long, but good, and many churchgoers seemed to enjoy it.
 
Hymns were sung, and at the end, was tea, coffee and cookies. And of course, the usual string of the rowdy bunch, but they were dealt with. Afterwards, it was then that something unusual happened. 
 
Was at work in my office, window open, nice summer breeze, when i smelled smelling odd coming from the woods behind the church. Curious, i got up, went to the window, and sad to say, smelled again, this time, started to feel a sort of queer feeling, lightheaded. Wandered outside, and made my way through the forest, though not too big or wide, was dense enough that local kids made it their hangout. By the time i got to the source of the smell, i was feeling sort of spacey, so i had no idea what would happen. stumbled upon an odd assortment of people. two black and two white, two females and two males even. The females were scantily clad and odd eye makeup. 
 
The females both looked up at the same time, both expressions vivid with shock. The black female was the first to speak up, " Yo, AJ, we got company, its the preach." The one called AJ turned to me, and scrutinized me close as his bloodshot eyes could and said, " man, he ain't nothing but a busta. you gonna bust us old man?" at which i found was slightly insulting for some reason, but ignored it. The other male, wearing glasses, wire rimmed, looked at me, smirking a bit, " aww, why not let em join in, who knows, maybe we can squeeze the dull out of him. hell you did it for me." the other female spoke again, and they spent what seemed forever talking it over. Meanwhile, im standing there, getting lost in a familiar place, getting high from second hand pot smoke. That's what it was, god i felt out of it. Finally, it seemed i could stand no more, and stumbled over to sit by the blonde female. 
 
She looked at me a minute, then grinned a bit, " hey, Marvin, i think your right, hee hee, this guys already baked" they laughed some. "What's so funny?" was all i managed.  AJ turned to me, and held out a blunt. " Just smoke preacher boy." So i did. Afterwards, they took me to AJ's house, his parents were out of town for a couple weeks, seemed like longer since the house looked like crap. Great, my mind was slipping, and i didn't care. Sat down and he handed me a 40 ounce beer, plopped on the couch on the far side of the living room. All the blinds were drawn, curtains too. I started to drink, Marvin brought in a big bag of pot, and tossed it on the table in the middle of the room.
 
He looked triumphant to me, and said in a enthusiastic tone, " Got the best in town, old coot Scooter got me top grade this time." To which AJ replied sarcastically, " Man, you said that last time, and you lucky i got a good buzz off it, but it still wasn't good enough." "Well this time it is." They spent at least five minutes staring each other down, then finally filled a pipe with it, lit it and passed it around, the two females i found out were named Jazz and Candice, the white one candice and the other being jazz. Candice had taken a liking to me, much to the ignorance of Marvin, or perhaps he didn't care. Which was fine with me, i suddenly found her to be very attractive, toked on the pipe a few more times and i was sold on her, i got down on her, and started making out with her, quite explicitly, and it felt good. In the hours that followed, it became even more disorganized and harried, but very hot. 
 
I wanted more of Candice, and she led me to a room, closing the door behind her..
 
To be Continued.....


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