The Aeonian: This Homeward Bound

By Gottfrey Gohdo

This Book streamlines the thoughts of a virgin writer troubled by freak accident.
In summary, a housewife, Marge, is casted out of her posh suburban home, to eventually find herself lost in the middle of a strange desert.
The practice of cheap authoritarian cult there, converts her into a monstrous puppet. As Queen, she rules the people into Space travel. She knows the putting up of resources only too well, and describes a junky for economic harmony.
The author on the other hand, lacks resonance in the characters playing a supporting role. As it were, the World governed by her husband, Sinomann, fails under the crushing dominant vacuum of the Universe. This triggers internal survival instinct, and The Aeonian prevails still in the end.
The reader must be cautious not to be misguided by disenchantment which is evident in the at-the-time of penning this emerging Classic.
All in all, it composes lively wordage, the personalities are loud, and the story projects a Global scene. Everyone should get a copy of The Aeonian thus; since, it may inspire creative solution to account for making our habitat a healthier place!

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Dec 31, 2013
• ISBN: 9781491888889

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Published by AuthorHouse 12/18/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4918-8887-2 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4918-8888-9 (e)

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Contents

About The Author, Gottfrey Gohdo.

About The Book The Aeonian: This Homeward Bound.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR, GOTTFREY GOHDO.

Round the clock, he writes to articulate hope. First off, it must be state clearly that he does this for something, or someone, he’s not sure about: A woman. She is vivacious, works in money, and prefers the finer things.

Opposites attract, because he is more familiar with the simple Life, being born to Reggie and Georgette Gohdo in the peaceful, little known Valley of El Penas, Santa Maria.

He has spent most of my years a professional mechanic, and many of them teaching the academy, tireless in the pursuit of better engineering.

In spare time, he slips into raring poultry. It weakens him, for any cooked variety of chicken or duck delicacy. The egg is delicious as well.

Gently undulating pasture allows for tending cattle. Cows are milked into cheese. Their meat is grilled. He prepares horses for equestrian exhibition. And once a year, they are sent into military parade.

Behind all this, Joy loves the power-boat. They like skipping over the open sea. Dipping in a secluded lake in the company of good quality friends is a fetish almost.

Therefore, this masterpiece is duly dedicated to them.

ABOUT THE BOOK

THE AEONIAN:

THIS HOMEWARD BOUND.

This Book streamlines the thoughts of a virgin writer troubled by freak accident.

In summary, a housewife, Marge, is casted out of her posh suburban home, to eventually find herself lost in the middle of a strange desert.

The practice of cheap authoritarian cult there, converts her into a monstrous puppet. As Queen, she rules the people into Space travel. She knows the putting up of resources only too well, and describes a junky for economic harmony.

The author on the other hand, lacks resonance in the characters playing a supporting role. As it were, the World governed by her husband, Sinomann, fails under the crushing dominant vacuum of the Universe. This triggers internal survival instinct, and The Aeonian prevails still in the end.

The reader must be cautious not to be misguided by disenchantment which is evident in the at-the-time of penning this emerging Classic.

All in all, it composes lively wordage, the personalities are loud, and the story projects a Global scene. Everyone should get a copy of The Aeonian thus; since, it may inspire creative solution to account for making our habitat a healthier place!

PROLOGUE

Snugly relaxed in the posh suburban neighborhood, up on the sharp steeps of Lushous Mount, Margeret and Howard Horthrorn resided. They were happily married for the past fifteen years.

Just back from the city doing expensive shopping and regular chores for her husband, the woman washed her oily body in a hot tub. She robbed the hormonal infused soap gently unto her skin, as warm water ran down her spinal column. She had not done all she was supposed to do. She took it for granted he would not pay any attention to investigate minute details.

The appointment at the spa was impressive. Her beautician, Emily, had supplied an unusually generous treatment. Maybe it was because it was the time of the County Fair. Perhaps it was due to Marge’s familiar attendance to the parlor. Most likely, Emily would be at the Prize giving Ceremony to see Howard collect a prestigious award, tomorrow night.

She and Howard had been married for years, and kept the same friendship throughout. They started from nothing, and were building a construction empire, mostly against the support of giant leaders. He was the harder worker of the two, at the site, as well as at home. Marge was never in want of luxury; identifiably timid, she never took chances with this lavish lifestyle. Always obedient, she went seldom short in serving his every fantasy.

For some time he had had to confront her about accusations which were spreading by him and his partner, where she was undoubtedly caught in the middle. She probably had tried too hard to satisfy everyone at one time. He thought there was no better night than tonight, since his partner, Snider, had relinquished intimacy with his spouse, in response to only one of pair receiving the recognition. The social pressure was too immense, so much, his mother was the last resort who could restore some semblance of sanity about his outlook.

When Parson did bring her up, what seemed like interrogation blew up into a full argument. Screaming heated up into a physical spill. He threatened to kill if she didn’t skip at the very moment.

He probably believed the relationship was so strong, she would have easily slipped into Snider’s place. Apparently, this action was mutually injurious to the both of them, because instead, she ran much farther than anyone expected.

Months had elapsed, and the stubborn Marge was evicted by indignant men out of the dwelling places in which she had to hide. Battered by some, and bruised by the other ones in her turbulent life turning futile, she had to keep moving, being chased away from the city. Far, far way she fled.

She peeped into small towns on the fringes. Conversations were comparably small. Talk of a bettering her condition made her squeeze deceit through the teeth. Her pleas for help were falling on deaf ears. Not a friend could be found.

One charitable old lady opened her door. This too, didn’t last very long. And Marge too was running out of patient hope. The recalcitrant woman had hit a slum. Head between her knees, she sat slumped over a rat infested drain. Her limp body straddled the ravine, all while struggling to come to terms with the abandoned shack under which she was sheltering moderate downpour.

If she was unable to change to the beat of a dull, frail drum; then what is sense of hanging on to any future which could