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eBook details
- Title: Vial of Immortality
- Author : Craig Browning
- Release Date : January 01, 2011
- Genre: Adventure,Books,Sci-Fi & Fantasy,Science Fiction & Literature,
- Pages : * pages
- Size : 323 KB
Description
If a vampire really exists, it has to be something scientifically explainable. It was!...and Dr. Schwick found the answer!
excerpt
Dr. Schwick sat in his favorite barrel chair pouring apple cider from a gallon glass jug into a large drinking glass. His overdeveloped paunch, short fat legs, and stubby fingers were belied by his high, intellectual forehead and keen grey eyes.
His wife sat over in one corner of the room sewing on a dress she was making. She ignored her husband and his present favorite disciple.
The disciple was a young man about twenty-five years old, five feet seven, with blond hair parted in the middle and neatly laid on his scalp.
His name was Orville Chadwick, and he had been developing a talent for automatic writing on the typewriter. He was rather thin, due to the diet of potato water and carrot juice he had been living on under Dr. Schwick's tutelage.
The two were in marked contrast to each other; the one thin, with long sensitive fingers; the other stout and bloated looking; with fingers that at first glance seemed to all have been amputated at the first joint. It was only by looking at the eyes of the two that one could tell that the gross man was the master and the sensitive, younger man the lesser intellect.
Dr. Schwick screwed the cap back on the jug and set it on the thick green rug beside his chair. He took several deep swallows of the sparkling apple cider and smacked his lips loudly. Then he continued what he had been saying.
"All my life, Orville, I've been hoping someone with your talents would come along. The big trouble with having a talent like yours is that it doesn't carry with it the judgment to put it to the best usage. You think that it is something wonderful to just be able to sit down at a typewriter and throw yourself into a trance and wake up to find your fingers have written out some intellectual nonsense that a conceited spirit thinks to be a world shaking revelation from the astral.
"Pah! You don't have to contact the astral to get intellectual nonsense. Millions of words of that sort of thing are being written every day by perfectly natural agencies. And just because a man has been dead for a century or so doesn't make him a know-it-all. If it did all our greatest scientific achievements would be written and published by mediums rather than by materialistic scientists."
"But what other use CAN I put it to, doctor?" Orville asked. "When I go into a trance I don't know what entity is going to take over. I never know unless he writes out his name. I don't have any control over the matter."
"You can have control to a certain extent," Dr. Sehwick replied. "Go places. I knew a writer once who made quite a success of his profession by just going various places and opening his mind to the astral entities around him. Very remarkable things resulted. He wrote one story while in a small midwestern town that illustrates very remarkably what I am driving at. He had never been in this town before, knew none of the people, and even less about the topography of the place.