Marilyn Alcorn
Adrian's Revenge, a quasi-fiction/non fictional tale bathed in a spritual backwash with a protagonist who is haunted throughout the story. Come join in on the quest of this modern day hero of a sort that begins in historic Spain as its Kings and Queens send brave explorers or not to the foreign shores of the Americas to search out the new world as he searches for answers to questions that have driven him to seek the truth about why his parents had to die and perhaps why he himself had been preordained to discover the deadly secret surrounding the untimely death of his dearly departed loved ones.
Come, read of the other characters, football heroes, and the like who helped Jonathan Jackson find his way. Some unwittingly, some unwillingly, but all in the end giving in to the same will, an ultimate will which likewise drove Jonathan and sent an angel to assure him that his quest was not in vain. But instead was a noble, and holy trek through life, the game of football and a North American journey meant to be.
Marilyn D. Alcorn was born August 19, 1955, in San Francisco, California. In 1965, she moved to Daly City, California where she bgan writing at the age of 10. By the time she was 14, she had written a full script and several novellas.
In June of 1973, she graduated from Jefferson High School, in Daly City, California. She received her B.A. in Liberal Arts from the University of the Pacific in May 1976; but not before completing a writer's internship for Governor's Office in the spring of 1975.
Other post secondary certifications include, graduating as a California Credentialed Teacher with a Multi-Subjects Credential in May of 2004.
Presently, she is a single African-American mother, an IBO in Association with the Quixtar Corporation, a retired Golden Gate Bridge Painter, and a High School Teacher of "at-risk" students. She has been an avid supporter for students in her community where she has been providing free assistance in reading, writing, and arithmetic.
Her inspiration to write "Adrian's Revenge" came during the time she worked as a Bridge Painter on the Golden Gate Bridge.
Her copyrighted and published materials include, a screenplay, “The Heralding”, A Gospel Play, written as a Child’s Tribute to the Goodness of God; various News Articles, and Event Reviews.
Her up-coming Project, titled “Tales From the South-Side”, is a present day chronicle of the lives of ordinary people living on the Southside of Stockton, California in the 95206. It outlines the struggles of their day-by-day drama to establish true Christian boundaries in a world becoming more and more accepting of evil with each passing day.
Marilyn lives with her 3 children, Alexandria, Robbynn, and Maud, her God-Daughter, Anita and her two dogs Joey and Kirsten in Stockton, California. And yes! They live on the South – Side.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Carter’s Field
The early morning of November 21, 2001 brought a strong chilling wind. The air was cold and bitter. Arriving at the practice field, Jonathan found himself all alone on the west end of Carter’s Field, the team’s home practice stadium; which had recently been renamed in honor of the 39th President of the United States, former President, Jimmy Carter.
Three o’clock in the morning was not a particularly unusual time for Jonathan to find himself on the field yet he felt uneasy. In less than 6 hours, he would find himself involved in one of the game of football’s main events, the semi-finals elimination rounds. The sports casters had called it the most crucial game of the season for the Pirates. A game if won by them would introduce to the world undoubtedly, the league’s first “comeback” team, a team whose seemingly endless efforts, if on target, would afford it an opportunity to become the next Super Bowl Champion. They had already cinched their division title. They need only win their next four games before they would become able contestants for the XXX Super bowl.
While Jonathan stood between the west end goal post starring dully down the field contemplating his game-plan which now was to place the Pirates in the sports history books, his feet were kicking involuntary at the dew soaked grass. So violently was the swinging and consequent digging action of his feet that clumps of reddish brown dirt were being rapidly unearthed.
However in spite of this persistent action his feet had not dug deep enough to reveal or worst yet unleash the horror that awaited them and the entire team during its final hour of football glory. Fore beneath them lied the most terrifying group of sub-humans ever known to man, the revived spirits of the dead rotten carcasses of members of an ancient sect of devil worshippers, spirits who were waiting to be set free by the devil/man known as El Capitan de Sangre, yes Adrianis, the devil incarnate himself.
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