The Orb_ My Brother, Rumpelstiltskin_Stars to Dust_He Took His Wings, And Fled
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The Orb
"T-take t-this... it's... dangerous out there..." He had held her hand tightly as he laid on the floor releasing his last breaths. She reached out for his arm that held the item, he clenched her hand as he breathed sharply, struggling to speak words of the utmost importance, but he struggled as his life slowly faded from him. In tears she simply stared back at his agony-filled face that fought hard against the ever-quickening mortality that enveloped him."It... can save you in a moment of dire need... It... It can take you away. Be careful with it. V-very... Careful!" He shoved the object to h...
My Brother, Rumpelstiltskin
Never, under any circumstances, meddle in the affairs of humans. Humans are unpredictable, mischievous, and violent. If we ever see a human or if a human sees us, what do we do? Hide or runaway. Under no circumstances are we to make deals with humans. If a human is desperate, they become stupid and will say yes to anything. A human's word is useless. Once their desperation ends, they either wise up and demand more, or they break their part of the contract entirely. Finally, unless it is an emergency or a life-or-death situation, magic should never be used on humans. When magic is performed on ...
Stars to Dust
‘Are you there, God? It’s me…,’ I start as I enter the Heavenly Hall, smoothing the ruffled feathers on my white wings. I bite my tongue as I'm about to say more because I see as clear as day: he is not. He is not here. But where else would he ever be? I try to swallow my anxiety as I walk around the hall, my steps soundless on the cool, pillowy cloud underneath my bare feet. It’s empty, there is nothing, no entity, only pure white cloud that softly envelops me, making me feel like I am floating in a space where there is no up nor down. Feeling dizzy and disoriented I spread my wings towww.onedoor.cc fly ar...
He Took His Wings, And Fled
It was in an impassioned service of worship at Water's Edge Evangelical Church, sitting at the far end of a packed pew, that Mateo decided he did not want to believe in God. He didn’t disbelieve. Rather, he didn’t want to affirm belief. If it came his turn to profess, he intended, like a nervous freshman on the first day of class, to answer, “Pass.”A sweating, invigorated preacher stalked the stage in premium denim and a tailored silk button down. “Satan is on the prowl!” he insisted. “He just wants to waste your time. If he can’t make you do something bad, he’ll make you just sit around and d...