Novels by John Owen

Don rocked to and fro on a chair, his feet criss-crossed on the desk in front of him. The cursor on the computer's monitor kept blinking in synchrony to the taps of his fingers on the chair's armrest. On the keyboard in front of the computer were sheets of paper stapled together with some prints on them. The prints were not easy to make out from afar save for a huge "F" written and encircled near the top right corner of the sheet that was on top. The phone rung and Don stretched out and grabbed the phone."Hello, Don speaking, who am I speaking to please?" He said, supporting the earpiece to his ear with his shoulder and began swinging around on the chair. It was one thing he subconsciously does every time even if his hands weren't busy. And he began doing that ever since he met Lisa. He was really late on their first date but Lisa came to pick him at his house. He was a call speaking, and Lisa was busy flashing smiles that clearly betrayed her attraction to him. He could

"Scott White, you are needed in the Principles office." sounded the intercom just before the bell rung. Scott had been having a hard time and a tough day, he never has. He sat at the male bathroom, hugging his knees, his head bowed. His head span with thoughts and he had completely lost contact with everything around him. He was in his own world, a world of desperation which he wished could swallow him alive, including all memories about him. The present world could no longer contain him, or rather, hr could not contain the present world."You know what Scott, it is as if you were born into a world that wasn't yours," he remembered Jennifer say.Jennifer was the first girl he had a crush on. Jennifer was a girl who rode on a very high class. She always caught the latest trends, fashion and got everything she wanted. She wasn't from a rich family and her family wasn't poor either. They simply had enough to sustain them, and what nailer Jennifer out was her beauty that m

The siren sadly wailed as the ambulance tried making its way through the busy street. It was apparent that each second was as important as the heartbeat of the woman that lay on the stretcher inside it. One of the paramedics frantically kept pumping with his hands on her chest to keep the flow of air into her lungs. The lady had a fatal bruise on her head where fragments of glass had still stuck. Another paramedic was trying to clean wound. The lady was unconscious and this was scary as she could shift from unconsciousness to decease at any time. Her life was hinged to her on a tiny string which was as weak as the spiders web that could break at any time if any more weight was added.The woman had a black skin wasn't oily but still glowed. Her hair was done into the 80's and 90's 'afro' hair style which were thin but glowy and neatly combed. She had a while blouse that was now stained red and dampened with blood. She was in tight blue jeans that were faded on the front

"Evil will not rule forever Frost, you hear me? You will not endure long." said a woman who was shackled by chains that glowed red as if it had just been removed from a forge.The woman flinched as little bolts of energy struck on her body where the glowing chain was wound around save for her legs below the knew. A chain held each hand to opposite walls of the dungeon she was held in a way that she was suspended in the air as if she was doing a star jump. Her hair was silk and she was clad in a tattered gown that still held a royal magnificence. The gown was purple, with a keyhole neckline. A pendant fastened the place where the two clothes met above the keyhole.The dungeon was more of a cave that seemed not to have a back. It was dark, lit only by the moonlight that penetrated the scarce, narrow windows and the glowing chains, and cobwebs hung all around. The walls were rugged as if someone had just dug into rock and it had an ambience that looked horrifi