The Old Dirt Road And The Hellion by H.L. Dowless

A living, breathing portrait of art

The old dirt road and the hellion

This work is intended to stand unto itself as more a living, breathing, portrait of art painted with carefully chosen words, than just a really interesting story told. The intent here is for the reader to view the landscape through the eyes of the main character, to feel what he does as he ambles along in this adventure. When the main character feels the pain and pleasures of the old dirt road, then all will only be right if the reader feels these same identical experiences. As the phantom of the old dirt lashes out in retribution of the sins in the main character's past, then the hope here likewise is that the reader will feel the need for adjustment in the course of his own life, as he too travels the old dirt road through the world of the secular experience. Upon reaching this point in the story, the reader should experience the thrills of an exciting climax as the main character reaches the point of his destination, as well as end the experience with a new positive in-site into the plan for improvement into both his own secular and spiritual life.

Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / Paranormal

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / Paranormal

Language: English

Keywords: fiction, novelette, literature, adventure, paranormal

Word Count: 26000

Sample text:

  He awoke while deep in the wood, the forest green pup tent sitting gleefully beside him with it's welcoming zipped door opened, the crackling glowing campfire just before him. He sat up in his bedroll, taking note of the birds' morning melodies and the fact that all of them had just awoke at the same time as himself. He reached inside the the door of his tent, carefully retrieving a can of pinto beans and pork. He gracefully opened the can with his army p-38, emptying the contents into a small cast iron skillet that he had calculatingly thought to pack in. Such actions complimented the general attribute of thoroughness in his personality. He gently warmed the contents over the crimson fire as he sat a tin cup filled with water just beside the glowing coals. When his water began to boil, he removed the insulated fire proof tin cup, taking breaks from the beans to tilt his head back and savor the aroma and flavor of black instant coffee within.

 


Book translation status:

The book is available for translation into any language except those listed below:

LanguageStatus
Portuguese
Already translated. Translated by André Weber
Spanish
Translation in progress. Translated by Santiago Nieto

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