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Promised Land
Promised Land
Promised Land
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A band of children, exiled by hatred of them, trek across the fringe of a failing world. Accompanied only by a man they call Grandfather, they seek a home – but not just any home. It must be the land prepared for them where they will fulfill their destiny.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherBob Craton
Release dateJan 23, 2017
ISBN9781370097814
Promised Land
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Bob Craton

Fantasy & Sci-Fi Fans:I actually would rather have people enjoy my stories than make money. That is why I write. Therefore, you can get "The High Duties of Pacia," "A Princess of Fae," and "Jesika's Angel" all for 'reader sets the price.' Naturally, I would love reviews but you have no obligation to write one if you don't want to.---When he was a child, Bob Craton’s teachers often remarked (not always favorably) about his day-dreaming. He spent much of his time lost in his own imagination, often creating elaborate elementary school tall-tales, and the habit never went away as he grew up. Coming of age in the 1960s filled his head with dreams of saving the world and having a career in academia. Then the real world closed in. With a family to support, he took a job at the corporate grindstone, just temporarily until he could get back to grad school and earn the PhD he desired. Somehow ‘temporarily’ turned into thirty-three years of stress and boredom but he kept entertaining himself by creating stories inside his head. Interestingly (well, he hopes it’s interesting anyway), his best ideas came to him while he was stuck in rush-hour traffic during his daily commute.At age fifty-seven, he retired early (a euphemism for ‘got laid off') and had time to put his tales on ‘paper’ (an ancient product now replaced by digital electronics). The ideas in his head were all visual, like scenes from a movie, and as he began writing, he learned to translate visual into verbal and improve his skills. Or at least, that’s what he says. He admits that sometimes minor characters – or some who weren’t included in the original plan at all – demand attention. Frequently, he agrees with them and expands their roles. Many people believe he is bonkers for believing that fictional characters talk to him, but he calls it creativity and remains unrepentant.

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    Promised Land - Bob Craton

    Promised Land

    A Short Story by

    Bob Craton

    Copyright 2017

    All Rights Reserved

    Smashwords Edition

    PROMISED LAND

    Grandfather stopped walking and tried to straighten his back. Katie, the one designated to keep an eye on him today, stepped over to him. She showed no strain from wearing a backpack that seemed much too large for a child of such small stature.

    It hurts again today, I can tell. Here, let me help, she said. She put her little hand on his lower back and rubbed. The pain lessened.

    That’s better. Thank you, dear, he said. The five year old girl smiled up at him, all red hair and freckles today with dimples. She looked to where one of the other children in the group ahead was watching them. Grandfather missed whatever signal passed between the two, as usual, but the whole band halted.

    Tell them not to stop, Katie, he said. I don’t want to slow everyone down.

    It’s lunch time.

    It’s too early. He looked at his wrist, then caught himself and shook his head ruefully. How long does force of habit last, he wondered. When did he last wear a wristwatch?

    The little ones are hungry. We’ll stop now to feed them. The youngest children were out of sight ahead of Katie and Grandfather in the procession, riding in a cart pulled by some of the teens.

    How do you know . . . The old man stopped mid-sentence. Silly question. He sighed but didn’t argue. The girl’s touch had relieved his backache but he was still tired. Nothing cured getting old. He stepped off of the path and set up the lightweight folding chair that he carried so he wouldn’t have to sit on the ground. After resting for half

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