A brilliant research student discovers a plot fulminated by demons from another dimension and kills himself in the process. The fate of the world is left in the hands of an elderly academic and a mysterious orphan.
Using the facts surrounding Ireland’s economic collapse in 2008 as its starting point, Terminal Transit is an apocalyptic adventure dealing with death and destruction in a Dublin slowly devastated by demonic intervention.
Can the end of the world be avoided?
Or is this planet simply scheduled for Terminal Transit?
Chapter I ‘The Song of the NotBeSpeak,’
With the terrible truth now trickling from beyond, it is fair to say that the world has reached a dreadful juncture for this is the exact point in the very small history of this very small planet that every single ever prediction of doom, of death, of absolute destruction, every crackpot scheme and half-heard death knoll, every religious rune, sign, portent and symbol ever associated with the apocalypse has now come to pass and anyone in the history of the world who has ever laughed, or scoffed, or doubted and discredited, or mocked and ridiculed, terrorized and tortured or in any other way not seen that the end of the world was indeed coming after all must now be fully prepared to eat their entire words letter by miserable mouth-filling letter as the NotBeSpeak begin their cataclysmic entry.
Bart felt a gentle whispering wind wrap around his foolish pride-bulged heart.
‘The5 have come,’ Bart said inside himself. ‘I am complete and ready to be washed in the warmth of Their love.’
The whispering wind filled him with a comforting darkness.
Inteachán imagined that she was lying safely in her bed. Everything was quite and still and as it had always been. Her parents were asleep in the room beside her and no one was trying to kill anyone. But then her bedroom door opened and in stepped her father.
Mac woke from the tangle of his elderly dreams. He sat up straight in his narrow bed.
‘And so it starts,’ he whispered in the darkness. ‘Butler was right. They are on their way. Inteachán has failed.’
Mac reached over and picked up his spectacles. He swung his tired legs out of bed.
‘And so this is what the end of the world feels like, inevitability and disappointment together.’
Mac looked out into the darkness.
‘We tried. We really did.’
Mac paused and a small tear began to form in his tired eye.
‘I suppose it was always the case that an old man and a young child would be no match for all the cosmic terror that the world has never seen.’
Mac smiled in resignation.
‘When the inevitable darkness comes for you, please be assured that it wasn’t the whole world who simply surrendered.’
‘Listen to me,’ said the enraptured Rock Star and the crowd fell silent. Bart spread his holy arms out wide, inviting his flock to worship.
‘The5 are here,’ he cried. ‘The5 are really here.’
Even though they didn’t fully know why, the crowd began to clap and cheer. Banners were unfurled and began moving, furling slowly in the darkness like the limbs of poisoned trees. Bart punched the air and whooped.
‘Yeah!’ he yelled. ‘Alright! They’re here. They’re really here.’
Bart played the crowd now. He climbed down off the stage and crossed the security divide to where the crowds were pressed up against the fences. He walked along the line, scattering blessings as he passed. A worried roadie followed behind him to make sure that the microphone cable didn’t get snagged. Burly security guards stopped the crowds from getting over the fences.
‘Listen,’ whispered the Rock Star. ‘Who wants to join The5?’
‘We do,’ someone yelled.
‘Who wants a new anointing?’ Bart continued.
‘Yes please,’ shouted someone else.
‘Some new gods to please?’
‘A brand-new cross to bear?’
Bart smiled and headed back up onto the stage.
‘Are you listening, children?’ asked Bart as he took his position in front of the band. Bart pulled out the Flute of Thelema.
‘My beautiful chosen children,’ he purred. ‘This next song is for all the world to sing.’ Bart put the Flute to his lips and signaled to the band.
Now we are at the heart of the matter.
What would you do to save the world?
How far would you go?
Would you go all the way?
Inteachán estimated the gap between her and the Rock Star. It looked an awful long way down. Bart turned around to look up at her. He winked. He knew that she had been up there all along. Their eyes met and held for a very brief second before Inteachán
3 thoughts on “Terminal Transit – Irish, Apocalyptic, Science Fiction, Horror Novel”
Wow! Great read, I love how from verse 12 you pulled the audience in and didn’t let go. As I scrolled at the end, I thought it was a cliffhanger and was not ready for the end.
Barnaby, I recently started posting a story I wrote. How often to do post chapters, do you wait a couple of days to post new chapters or full weeks? Also, what is the best method to approach Amazon Kindle self-publishing? I’m still editing some stories and looking for advice on how to best publish them. Looking forward to chatting and reading more of your material man.
Hi Michael, thanks for getting in touch. I really appreciate you reading my work. I post something once a week. It makes everything much more manageable. I used to post daily but it was far too much pressure to keep to a deadline. I think that the key is to post regularly, whatever that means for you personally. As for Amazon publishing, the key is to avoid rushing. So many self-published books suffer because they have not been edited thoroughly enough. Nothing is more off-putting than typos etc. It is probably safer to road-test your writing via something like WordPress than it is to simply publish it on Amazon too soon. It is a long journey but worth it. I have five books published on Amazon and a sixth is on the way. Good luck with everything. Thanks again for reaching out.
Kind regard, Barnaby
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Barnaby that’s awesome and thanks for the tips. I have a couple of novels I finished, but I agree it is no such thing as too much editing. I think that wordpress for me will help me test some of my ideas out with a growing audience so I can see what areas I must grow in. Next weekend I’m going to a writer’s workshop so I’m hopping to get a lot of info and guidance from them as well. God bless you with your future stories, and I look forward to reading more of your material and learning from you.
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