Somethin' to Believe In (eBook)

Sarantos (Autor)

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2023 | 1. Auflage
176 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
979-8-3509-3033-7 (ISBN)

Infos

'Somethin' to Believe In' is the 1st book to a new fiction fantasy trilogy by Sarantos. [For all fans of book fantasy series]

Who says nerds can't write a bestseller? Sarantos is a Chicago based nerd and retired superhero who always has a story to tell. He is a DIY international award-winning solo music artist, Top 7 iTunes UK Charting Rock, Top 5 iTunes UK Charting Singer-Songwriter, Top 8 iTunes UK Charting Country, #1 iTunes South Africa Charting Folk & Country Artist, #1 iTunes UK Charting Christian, #1 iTunes UK Charting New Age, #2 iTunes UK World, proud nerd, multi-instrumentalist, book author, comic book nut, radio show host, poet and part time spy. His music is a cross between Justin Bieber, Queen, Journey & Ed Sheeran. It's hard to believe but Sarantos doesn't even use a professional studio to make any of his music! He's an alien who landed here to infect the human race and spread the disease of music. 2023 is Year #10 of his journey as he continues to release a new song, lyric video, music video, book chapter and poem every month bringing his music to life! In 9 years, he has released 18 albums with 226 original tracks as well as 9 fiction/fantasy books that parallel the songs! He has had numerous media placements for his songs, instrumentals & cues including several episodes of The Young & the Restless in 2021 and the list grows on and on.

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~ Something to Believe In ~

CHAPTER 1

His thoughts were like puzzle pieces, scattered across the landscape of his mind, as he attempted to assemble the mosaic of his father’s teachings. Trying to remember his father’s exact words, Phineas ventured into the forest once more. He’d been there plenty of times and, each time, played a game all by himself. He often let his imagination run wild, inventing worlds that weren’t really there. In his mind, Phineas had chased small, stinky trolls through the woods, played hide and seek with naked nymphs at the glassy pond, and slept under weathered trees whose spirits talked back to him in the dark, telling him stories of what used to be.

“No more,” he whispered as he followed a lightly marked trail that his own feet had made through the years. It was a part of the woods where vegetation no longer grew as it used to, a thin strip of dirt, as thin as Phineas himself was.

He was a wisp of a boy, as delicate as the morning mist that vanishes at the touch of sunlight. And even though he was almost an adult now, and no longer a kid, he was still very slim. Only that now, he was so tall that he’d grown about a head taller than his own mom. And well, those fantasies and fairytales had to be left behind, along with all those clothes that no longer fit him.

“Life’s an open road, every day a new adventure,” his father always chorused. Phineas had tried to live by that mantra, even if his life felt like a nightmare sometimes. Even if he felt so lonely that during his entire childhood, his mind conjured up imaginary friends and creatures to keep him company.

“But I’m an adult now, so I’m not doing that anymore,” he said aloud. “I will not imagine things that aren’t there, and I’ll concentrate my efforts on getting a scholarship to a good university.”

Phineas kneeled on the mulch and picked a couple of mushrooms from the ground, putting them in a hand-woven basket his mother made when he was five years old. Foraging was something his mother had taught him. It was a very handy skill to have when one lived in the middle of nowhere—literally.

Nested in the wild with a forest behind it, the Hart farm was an enormous expanse of countryside where they raised cattle to the south. The sea crashed at their doorstep. It was a fantastical land, a place most people probably only dreamed of. The sun rose on top of the piercing blue water every morning, its light bathing the windows of the house and warming the kitchen floor. And every afternoon, the sun hid behind the tall trees of the forest, dressing the house with eerie shadows that, as a kid, Phineas had named demons.

Now, being almost nineteen and still living at home, Phineas dreamed daily of everything—everything but what he already had. His thoughts were like fireflies, illuminating the darkness with flickers of dreams, dancing in the depths of his consciousness. He wanted to go to America, where there were as many Universities as anywhere else in the world. Or maybe to Europe, to a University in the middle of Scotland or maybe even England? He had so many dreams of traveling to a world he knew nothing about, to meet new people, people that weren’t his parents. There was nothing wrong with Monika and Paul, but he daydreamed of so much more. Living nineteen years with the same two people would take a toll on anyone, or so he told himself.

“It’s not that much to ask for, right?” Phineas wondered, gathering a few more mushrooms he knew were safe for consumption before turning around and heading back to the house. “I already stayed here a year more than I had to. Mom and Dad promised that if I stayed one more year to help with the farm while Dad’s knee got better, then we could discuss plans for University. I mean, it’s not like I don’t already have a thousand ideas and plans…”

As Phineas kept talking, no one replied. The forest was quiet around him, with just a few birds chirping here and there. The hush of the forest enveloped him like a soft embrace, as if the ancient trees were holding their breath in his presence.

“Dad constantly says life is an adventure, and well… I already know what I want my next adventure to be. Why can’t they just say yes and let me be?”

Huffing a sight, Phineas got to the edge of the forest and looked backward, almost as if hopeful that the answer hid back there in the woods. Then, squaring his shoulders, he headed back into the farmhouse, entering through the tiny kitchen door where he was immediately greeted by the smell of fresh strawberry jam being stirred on the stove.

His mother, Monika, greeted him from the stove. “How was the gathering, my boy?” She was a short and plump woman with tight curly hair that was a shade lighter than Phineas. While Phineas’ hair was orange, his mothers was almost strawberry blond. Monika usually kept it long, but it was now up in a messy bun as she cooked. She wore a light flowery dress. When her son approached and planted a kiss on her forehead, she smiled widely.

“Hi mom, it wasn’t bad. Mushrooms are in full bloom at the moment, so many of them are running around begging for attention.”

“You know mushrooms don’t bloom,” she replied in a teasing tone.

“I know, it was just a saying,” he replied.

Phineas went to the sink and started washing the mushrooms, his fingers dancing delicately over each mushroom, washing away the soil that clung to the tender caps. Then, he placed them on a board and started slicing them as thinly as he could. After a moment of silence, in which only the birds singing outside the window kept them entertained, Phineas turned to his mother, who was now pouring the jam into sterilized jars.

“Mom…”

“Yes?” Monika didn’t turn. She put one jar aside and moved on to the next.

“Why don’t you and dad want me to go to college?”

She must have sensed the nervous energy in the room, because she turned around fully, looked at him with eyes that knew too much and said too little. Eyes that Phineas knew well enough, eyes that he’d seen plenty throughout the years anytime he asked questions that his parents didn’t have straight answers to.

Questions like: Why do we live so far away from everything? Why can’t we go into the city? Where exactly is the island located? Can you show it to me on a map? Questions with answers he’d learn to interpret. His parents had never hid the outside world from him. He knew his geography and watched TV—prerecorded—like every other kid. He knew a bit about politics too. His parents had also told him plenty of stories about their lives when they used to live in Seattle, then Scotland, and then Costa Rica. Eventually, they’d decided they’d seen enough of the globe and went off the radar, off-grid. They loved life like this here. They’d never planned to bring a kid into their world, but life invariably had its own ideas.

“Phineas,” his mother said slowly, snapping him out of his current daydream. “Phineas,” his mother said slowly, snapping him out of his current daydream. Her words were like butterflies, fluttering gently in the air, hoping to draw him closer without causing him to fly away in fear. With each sentence, she chose her words like a painter selecting colors for a masterpiece, aiming to create a portrait of warmth and invitation. “We’ve talked about this. It’s not that we don’t want you to go, it’s just that with your father’s injury last year, things got more complicated and we needed your help around the house. Now, well… Why don’t you wait until your father finishes work later and then speak to him about this?”

Phineas nodded, a little deflated but still hopeful. Maybe tonight would be the night his father said they were ready for him to go. Maybe he’d sit by the desk in his room, and together they could have a look at all the universities he’d researched while the satellite was on and he could connect to the Internet—which was a rare occurrence.

“Okay, mom, I will.”

Smiling, Monika reached out to him and planted a kiss on his right cheek. After that, he helped his mother bottle up the leftover jam, and together, they got ready for dinner.

It was almost an hour later when they heard a noise outside prompting Phineas to look out the window. The outside world beckoned like a captivating stage, and Phineas couldn’t resist the urge to draw back the curtains and become an audience to the theater of the night. In the distance, and coming from the opposite edge of the forest he’d been foraging, came his father. Paul was taller than he was, but more robust. His hair was the color of wet sand and his eyes were so dark that Phineas often wondered how it was possible that he had lighter eyes than both of his parents. While his mom had green-tinted, hazy brown eyes and his father had dark brown ones, Phineas’ eyes were almost yellow, so light green that his eyes hurt if he looked directly at the sun or the day was too bright.

“He’s coming,” Phineas said.

“Perfect, I’ll set up the table. Bring the food,” his mom ordered.

While she put the plates on the table, Phineas got the sauteed vegetables and plated them along with some rice.

Through the window, he watched his tired father approach, the light of the shed no longer visible on the edge of the forest. During the day, his father was always at the shed, working with wood and creating mesmerizing furniture that people all over the world purchased through a contact his father had on the outside. Since he was a kid, the...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 6.11.2023
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-13: 979-8-3509-3033-7 / 9798350930337