Scavenger (Excerpt) 2_Road Trips and Remembering_Bigger than Ourselves_Hell is not a place
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Scavenger (Excerpt) 2
Trigger Warning: Blood and GoreAll I remembered was darkness; dense impenetrable darkness. Like a thick woolen blanket that smothered its victims. I looked around, lost in that dark world. Then a feeling of despair settled on me.Drowning me, pulling me farther and farther from the surface.Then, through that darkness a pinpoint of light burst through the midnight, the only sliver of hope I had of escape. I walked, no, ran toward that light, not wanting to lose my chance of freedom. He looked at me curiously, pulling me out of that memory which I so hated to remember.His auburn hair tumbling and...
Road Trips and Remembering
Our yearly road trips began at seventeen.It had started out as a dream between us. She was always the more fantastical one, longing for an adventure and an escape from her home and the reality that came with it. She would show me the pictures on her Pinterest boards of beautiful sunsets over magical looking mountains and large forests full of mystery. She was silly like that, squealing as she showed me a picture of a beach, shiny rocks on its shore. I was the realist, the one who realized how impossible and expensive it would be to visit all these places. But it was hard for me to point that o...
Bigger than Ourselves
The streets of my slum town are anything but cheery. Oil puddles fill the alleyways, and I do my best not to step in them as I duck in and out of the shadows.Not many people are out, especially not at this time of night. Candles light a few windows, fwww.onedoor.cclickering like tiny beacons in the dark. For a small moment, I wish the fire were bigger so that I could have the pleasure of warming my hands.“Please, neighbor, spare a coin for a starving friend,” says a raspy voice from my feet. I look down at the man, huddled in a wool blanket. He shivers. His eyes are black as the oil spills, his hair and ash...
Hell is not a place
He gave the orders and the snake tried to make him a fool. As punishment for tricking his creation into eating the fruit from the tree of life, God took its wings away and turned it into a boiling winding river so it would carry the sinners’ souls in its body. Here is where the misconception about hell started, it’s definitely hot, but not by fire. Sinners are daily drowning in their sins and regrets until they can find redemption and be freed, by being pure once again. One soul, one precious life became purified and it was on its way to being reborn, but Gabriel, the messenger angel was curio...