Fate of the Artifact
by Natalie Simmons

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    Genre: ..................... Adventure | Humour | Young Adult Romance | Adult themes

 Age Group: ............ Adult +18

    Language: .............. English

    Pages: ...................... 211

    Words: .................... 37,000

    Photographs: ........ 1


    File Size: ................. 4.10Mb

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    Published:  ..............  July 2019

    Publisher: .............. Bookshelf Collections (Pty) Ltd.

    ISBN: ....................... 978-0-6453646-6-8

    SKU:  ........................  ERO/00350

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Fate of the Artifact by Natalie Simmons


Fate of the Artifact is a humorous, romantic, adventure story about three young adults who travel around the world in search of a valuable statue. They fight off murderous thugs and experience unforgettable cave romance.

Chapter 1:

“You little shit, you’d better not be late again tomorrow, or I’ll send you home in a fucking coffin,” shouted the foreman.

Josh walked toward the foundry gate. His head hung low, and his shoulders slouched.


“Bye Mr. Benson,” he said to the security guard as he walked out the gate.


“Bye Josh. You’d better get some extra sleep tonight lad, you look terrible.”


“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”


Having worked all day in the foundry, Josh went down to the pub for dinner.


“Hi Josh,” said the bartender as he walked in, “want your usual today?”


“Yeah, why not,” he said rubbing his hands together, “and make the sausage rolls extra hot, it’s bloody cold out there.”


He took a seat at a small table in a secluded corner of the pub.


“This is some miserable weather we’re having,” said Mike as he placed the beer on the table.

“No kidding, we’ve had this crappy rain all week.”


“Yeah, depressing; anyhow, I’ve asked the chef to ‘super-heat’ your sausage rolls,” chuckled Mike, “watch you don’t burn yourself.”

“Thanks, Mike.”


Josh sat alone at the table, accompanied only by his thoughts, which ran this way and that. After he had finished his meal, he got up and walked to the door.


“Thanks, Mike,” he called out as he left the pub.


“No worries, Josh. Catch ya next time.”


On the way home, all he could think about was another beer, a hot shower, and then into bed.


What a fucking shit day. I wonder why I fucking bother; I’ve got a crap job and a crap life.


Josh is a 26-year-old, go-nowhere, do-nothing type of bloke. He got tired, fed up, and lazy at an early age. In his mind, he could still hear his father bellowing, “get a proper job you lazy bum! You’re a useless good-for-nothing mangy mongrel.”

His mother passed away when he was six, and so it was left to his drunken father to raise him alone.


Josh shared the rent of a downtown apartment with his friend Ashley. It had two small bedrooms, a tiny kitchen, lounge, and bathroom. Ashley never had a job, but always seemed to have money. Whenever he saw his friend, Ashley would be lazing around the apartment, watching TV, or talking to people on the street. He never introduced these people to Josh or invited them in.

Ashley always keeps to himself. He never asks how my day was, or if I’ve got any plans for the future. Of course, I’ve none, but that’s beside the point. It would just be nice if he took some interest in me. 


He dragged himself up the stairs to the front door.

Oh here we go, fucking keys stuck again... piece of shit.


As he pushed the door open.


Yuck, it smells like crap in here. Ashley hasn’t been home to open the place up for weeks. Some friend he is. He bloody better get back in time to pay his part of the rent.

As he walked over to the fridge to get a beer, he heard the rain coming down again.


Ah fuck, it’s pissing again.


He opened the beer and tossed the cap onto the table. Josh walked through into the lounge, flicked on the TV, and fell back onto the couch. As he did so, he heard the shower curtain pull back.

“What the fuck!”


Startled by the noise, he jumped up from the couch, put his beer on the floor, and picked up the side table. Now, with his heart racing in his chest, he gingerly moved through the kitchen toward the bathroom.

        That wasn’t rain I heard, that’s my shower. I wonder who the fuck’s in my bathroom.


The door wasn’t clipped closed, so he used one leg of the small table to push it open. He slowly crept forward, holding the table in front of him as a shield. The shower is behind the door, so he needed to move into the bathroom before he could see who was there.


“Reveal yourself to me you scurvy rat, or I’ll pop this table square on ya noggin!”


As the curtain flicked back, Josh stepped forward lifting the table into a strike position.

“Hello,” said the tall brunette standing in his shower, “how are you today?”

Still holding the table in a strike position, he stared back at her; paralysed, speechless, frozen. They stared at each other for a few seconds and then, in a sweet voice.

 “You can lower the table now, unless you think I’m about to attack you with the soap…”


With his eyes fixated on her shiny wet body...