The Godsend Backfire: The Beginning by Harold Straugh (books to read in your 30s TXT) 📕

I was worried using my gifts that the villagers would be scared but they were still thankful that I had used them to help them.  I was done with my second grave when I felt something touch my arm.  I looked down and it was a little kid.  She was about four-feet tall, long brown hair, beige skin and big, brown eyes.

“Why does your skin not redden in the sun? Why are you so white?” she asked.

“I do not know,” I said and was honest, besides being born from and angel, I didn’t know why, I just existed.

“Do you turn into a monster like the other two?”

“No, I don’t suppose I do,” I said and started digging out the third grave as flames started shooting up out of one of the others.  I looked over and three people were at one grave as one scrambled to get out of the grave before the flames got him.  Then, just was the child was about to ask another question, the woman who offered me to stay in her hut the night before took the child’s hand.

“Come Desmir, leave the man alone!” she said.

“Oh, she’s no bother!” I said, but the woman gave me a strange look.

I went and washed off in the lake and Al Hubarb, came up to me, “I’m off to the bazaar I will be back. If you get tired, use my hut, don’t go to Jezaberri, (he rolled the r’s) she’s not good. She lives in the but over there,” he pointed to a hut that was separated from rest. I didn’t know at the time, of what he meant by saying she’s no good, but over the next couple of nights I observed her taking different men in her hut.

I looked away from the hut, as Al Hubarb left, and walked back over to the lake to wash my face off.  It was then I noticed some of the villagers wading out with spears. I observed as they stood perfectly still and they would jab their spears into the water.  Sometimes they would produce fish, sometimes they wouldn’t.  The fish they did produce, they would hurl towards the bank or put them in a basket.  After a couple of hours, they quit and then went to the hut that reeked of fish and cleaned their fish there.  I don’t know why I was interested in their habit, at time I didn’t feel hunger either, I just was.

Some other villagers took off in to the wooded areas and soon came back with multiple, dead, large rodents about three-feet in length, grey fur, two large, front teeth and tail, twice as long as their body.  Once again, I watched the process as they cleaned their kill.  They took a curved blade and inserted just above the pelvic bone and slowly pulled upwards towards the rodent’s chest.  They had no issues reaching in and removing the rodent’s insides, which they rushed, afterwards, to the lake and washed off. They wasted nothing, they kept the teeth, the fur even the feet.  Everything was kept and cleaned and soon they had a fire going, with the animal on a spit, which one person oversaw rotating, to keep from burning.

I watched as they feasted, some offered me food, but I refused, as normal.  I thought about why Derium and Mylicous needed to feed, I also thought why they were the way they were. All they ever told me was Jehovah was responsible.

The sun felt good that day, it wasn’t hot like nowadays.  Some of the people headed to the lake to bathe and at first, I was embarrassed.  They would simply strip down naked in front of each other and bathe.  Jezaberri made sure to walk in the path of my vision and slowly stripped down in front of me.  She was skinny but her behind was rather robust, she had her breast’s covered, then dropped her clothes, revealing somewhat small breasts, she was oddly disproportioned, but to me she was beautiful, it was the first naked girl I had seen.

The men weren’t shameful either, some would strip down yards from the lake and run quickly, their penises flopping back and forth.  Some were luckily like that, and some were not.  There were some men and women who were a little modest and waited until they got closer or in the water to disrobe.

I turned my attention back to Jezaberri, who was, belly deep in the water, still looking at me.  Her left hand was under the water and she was washing herself, quite forcefully between her legs. I found myself staring at her gently bouncing breasts

“What do we have here?” I asked myself, then felt a tap on my shoulder.

“Trust me my friend, I had her once and pissed a few days later that felt like a thousand suns,” a random, naked villager said, his penis just inches from my face

Then, out of nowhere, I had dirt thrown at my face, I shook it off and looked.  Wretch stood there, making that awful noise and stared at me, an indention in the sand where had used his hoof to throw the sand at me. The villager I was talking to took off into the water.

They seemed to shun Jezaberri but if the men were going with her, weren’t they just as guilty as her of whatever they seemed to be shunning her for? I thought also how long humans had been on Earth as well. I still didn’t know the whole story of how Jehovah came to be over Earth, just what he told me.  I then thought of Jehovah, I hadn’t heard from him, I prayed to him and got nothing in response. My thought was interrupted by once again, a tap on my shoulder.  I was expecting to see another, flaccid penis in