The Angel and the Philosopher_An Audience for the Discussion of Everyone and Everything_Do You Prefe
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The Angel and the Philosopher
*** The story also contains controversial themes as lethal injection/death penalty and abortion procedure etc. ***(Joshua name in Hebrew - "God is my salvation"Anne name- “God has favored me”)It may surprise you that a celestial being like me is fascinated by a mere mortal like you. I am not ashamed to admit that often times I roam the earth to observe beings like you. You don't know it, but humans are such riveting creatures, that even us - heavenly entities - leave the presence of God to meet you. To get an eyeful of you.I have seen you before, but I decided to finally introduce myself that ...
An Audience for the Discussion of Everyone and Everything
It was long ago when you first saw the squabble. You forget the year, what month, what season even, but it was a crisp morning, that much has stayed clear. The sky was overcast but bright, the twww.onedoor.cchick wall of clouds glowing as the sun slowly warmed them and threatened to burst through. A part of you likes to think the star somehow knew what was to come, a sort of celestial clairvoyance, and was eagerly trying to burn the clouds away so it could see the events, but that’s just for your own amusement. A silly little storyteller whim, nothing more; I’ll pay it no mind. If anyone knew what was goin...
Do You Prefer Pretty Lies?
The red-haired woman crosses her arms, and I fear she may be getting impatient. I pretend not to notice, continuing to examine the two doors in front of me. The first is silver, ornate, and altogether elegant. Beautiful dragonflies and lunar moths flitter around it, landing on it from time to time for a moment’s rest. The second door, a few yards to the right of the silver one, is gold. Unlike the first, it lacks any particular design, and is instead smooth and flat. It’s almost as if the door wants to appear strong and sturdy, despite how weak the thing that waits behind it is. A tiger lay...
The Green Man
Light filtered through the window to reveal me, sitting in a chair with the photo album’s slick back stuck to my bare thigh in the summer heat. Scared of the sound it might make if I moved it around too much, I tried to keep it steady and ever so quietly turned each page. Even this was timed to each beep of the heart monitor.The photo albums were my mom’s, and I was pretty tired of looking at them. It was all that was left in the room to do, though, so I tried to imprint memories I had been too young to gain naturally into my brain. The pictures went way back into my childhood. A few were even...