Requiem for a Relapse_The Sins of the Father_Made for More_A lesson for life
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Requiem for a Relapse
{CW : Drug Use, Language }The scintillating light bathed my irises. It was so bright I felt nauseous. My mind combed through the brightness, tongues of orange and red flickered and danced. I had read of the Ophanim in the bible during Sunday School; wheels of fiery spinning Cherubim and Seraphim, all seeing eyes that bore straight through the soul of humanity. The angels were coming into focus. Chills washed over me and vertigo gripped my body. Then the light disappeared. I sucked in a sudden ragged breath. The air was cold and stale.“He's breathing.”“Thank God. I thought we were going to lose...
The Sins of the Father
Nothing looked the same, yet everything was just as he remembered. Rob had not been down that path since he was thirteen. If it had not been for the letter, he might never have walked it again. To his left and right were oaks and poplars, the same ones that had guarded the trail some twenty years earlier. The trees, like him, were a little older, a little bigger, and a little worse for wear—but their branches, like arms, still surrounded him, making him feel slightly claustrophobic. There was nothing he could do about the narrowness of the path, but he could loosen his tie. With a tug or two, ...
Made for More
Prologue“Are you there God? It’s me, Caden.” He was alone in his dressing room about to head out on stage for the last show of his tour. He had performed in over thirty sold-out shows in a little over a month. With little time in between shows, he’d made appearances on morning shows and had done radio promotions. He had managed the month before to perform at three award shows and finish a few songs with other artists. It had been a busy few months and practically no downtime. Despite the screaming audience waiting for him, all he wanted was peace and quiet. He called out to God as he sat in mu...
A lesson for life
A lesson for life I remember. Somewhere deep inside my being I had condemned myself to always remembering the following event. I was shamed, humiliated and marked for life by the sight of a family's eyes glaring at me with such anger like the red hot coals of the blacwww.onedoor.ccksmith’s fire. As one gets older the memory tends to fade, it also becomes very selective, but an event that deeply touched your feelings always seems constantly to be present like a drip of water you cannot turn off. Several years ago I worked for a team of photographers that had been invited by the Mexican government for a touri...