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The Tishbite
The Untold Story of Elijah

By Kurt W. Schuller (USA)


Chapter 28

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This manuscript (currently titled "the Tishbite" but I am considering "A Man of God") is unfinished This Is a fictional account of the life of Elijah. It is raw and powerful reflecting the actual state of life at the time.It has a strong sexual theme which is necessary because of the story it tells. It is both inspirational as well as entertaining. It was written to entertain the reader first.` Your feedback is welcome I hope you enjoy.

Part one: A Man Of God

Chapter Twenty-eight

Chapter 28

Ahab collapsed over her, eyes closed in serene pleasure. Jezebel pushed at him so that she could get out of the bed but he did not move.
“Please let me just lie here and feel the warmth of your body” he begged.
She pinched his stomach.
“Ouch” He yelled and rolled quickly off of her.
“Was that really necessary?” he said angrily.
She said nothing. Getting out of bed she walked naked over to the dressing table.
Ahab’s eyes followed her every inch of the way.
She reached for her robe.
“Please, don’t put it on. Let me look at you a little while longer.”
She threw the robe across her body. “You’ve seen enough for this day.”
Jezebel sat down and began to brush out her hair.
Now that she was covered Ahab closed his eyes and sighed.
“Did you hear what happened in Bethel?” he said sitting up in the bed.
Jezebel continued to brush her hair saying nothing.
“One of the businesses refused to make their tax payment. They said it was because this drought was my fault.”
“So what” Jezebel said as she began to put her hair up. “I hope you had it burned to the ground.”
“With the owner inside.” Ahab chuckled evilly. “But that’s not the point. It hasn’t rained since that scrawny little prophet insulted me in front of the royal court. What is your god waiting for?”
“The perfect moment. You’d think a king would understand that.”
“I would think that with all of the priests blood that I have spilled for him that moment would have come by now.” Ahab muttered.
“Perhaps you have answered your own question. Rabah tells me that he has killed nearly three hundred of them.”
“That leaves a hundred unaccounted for. It is as if they vanished off the face of the earth. Somehow, they must have found out what we were planning. Until we slaughter every single one Baal will not be pleased with us. That is why it will not rain.”
“But who could have possibly found out about this? Only you, me, Rabah and his aide even knew of it.”
“Isn’t it interesting that Obadiah has been gone ever since the prophet showed up. Maybe he has something to do with this.”
Ahab laughed derisively. “Obadiah is an old fool with less courage than an earthworm. If his nose were any browner he’d be an Ethiopian. No. I think your agents just were too slow and sloppy and that let so many go into hiding. But we’ll find them, there aren’t that many places to hide.”
Ahab came up behind Jezebel and grabbed her by the hair. Startled, she gasped and dropped the brush and it broke into pieces. “And when we do” he snarled. “It better start raining.”
He let go of her hair and stormed out of the room. Jezebel calmly reached for a new brush and started to fix her hair. She thought for a moment that she might be losing her control over him. Looking in the mirror she made a face.
“I suppose now I ‘m going to have to start kissing him.”

Continued Next Week

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