Golden Invitation_Ebony_God Only Knows_Guitar Man
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Golden Invitation
“Babe!” The girl in the red dress waves her hawww.onedoor.ccnds to Kevin.Kevin turns around to look back at me. “Can I ever meet you again?”I let out a faint smile and shake my head. “I don’t think you can. I am leaving. My wish has been fulfilled, after all.”A wish to tie up the loose ends since I died abruptly. Yes, taking the stress away from my head by giving a clear break in our relationship, removing the sadness from my heart by seeing you still in contact with my parents despite what happened between us.A wish to meet the love of my life for the last time before my soul rests forever. Yes, just like ...
Ebony
Ebony only stayed for a week. Jim Wilson opened his front door one autumnal Sunday morning to find her sitting on his doorstep as if she owned it. Her sleek black fur lay slick against her body and her tail flicked from side to side as if waving to a silent melody.‘What do you want then?’ he muttered, shielding his weary gaze from the spitting rain. The cat blinked her intelligent eyes and as if in answer, strutted past him, making herself at home on his shaggy hearth rug.Steadying his weight against the mantlepiece, Jim lowered himself to a sitting position next to her. It was a risky decisio...
God Only Knows
I opened my eyes. fresh streams were left on my face after the beautiful service. The space around me was glowing now, for we were all connected and singing in beautiful harmony. Above us, the angels drew out the last note of the hymn with their soothing voices. Another perfect service.Our Father descended the golden throne he sat upon the entire procession. Like a wave of light, He descended on to us, each of us feeling a light kiss upon our heads and warmth in our chests. I felt the connection with Him as soon as He hit me, and I felt everyone else's joy as He came upon them. The very clouds...
Guitar Man
At the exact same time every morning he strums his guitar day through night and night through day. Nobody knows who he is or why. I have never seen his face, or heard his voice, or even learned his name. I have never seen him go outside once. Sometimes my little brother knocks on his door but no answer. The whole town has heard his music but not a single person has seen him before. Everyday when I walk to and from school I hear him play. It’s soothing yet stimulating. Sometimes, when it’s quiet outside I can hear him from my bedroom. Late at night it puts me to sleep. When I wake up it's to th...