Dark Secrets_In The Eyes of Fate_relocation_Imitating Art
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Dark Secrets
“… oh be washed in the blood of the lamb!” The music comes to a slow drawn out stop. My eyes start to refocus. The sound of the congregation starts to drop of, replaced with the dragging of chairs, mumbled small talk, and the occasional, abrupt “SHH!” from the old stuck-up hag in the first row. I’ve always hated church. The endless mind numbing sermons. The fake, catty conversations between the Sunday do good-ers and the “submarine Chriswww.onedoor.cctians” neither party realizing that the belief there fighting for is just a sugar coated lie made to enslave them in a constant loop of doing others biddings. ...
In The Eyes of Fate
“Enemies ahead! 2 o’clock!” “Watch out! Watch out!”Chaos, chaos all over. The endless roars of the gunshots, the loud booming sound of the grenades, the scream of the helpless, and Julian Rue was somehow in the middle of it. His hands gripped his Lee-Enfield No. 4 Mk-1 as if it's his lifeline. The agony of killing another human being were drowned by his desperate wish to live. He wanted to stop, leave everything behind, and pray for mercy from the Saint above. Yet, in the midst of the devastation, none of that could happen. Julian shot and shot, trying to ignore the guilt that overwhelmed him...
relocation
RelocationOn this sunny day, the shoreline was to the starboard as the sun began to settle over a vast expanse of water, lowering to a distant shoreline, miles to the west. The sloop’s sails were furled, and the two-masted vessel lay against the lee side of the island. She was ready for duty, with the cannons charged and the crew anxious for action. In the waning hours of the afternoon, Captain Benjamin watched for the Queen Anne’s Revenge to appear in the setting sun. Benjamin was the swashbuckling young captain of a real fighting ship. He was lean and tanned with a tricornered hat, a black ...
Imitating Art
Jackie had been working on Second Chances long enough to know their story before they even opened their mouth. She looked over the middle-aged woman standing nervously in front of them. The uninspired haircut, bland makeup, and mom jeans told her that “Sue” had married young and spent her twenties and thirties as a cook, housekeeper and chauffeur for a gaggle of children. Now the nest was empty and she needed a new purpose in life, which usually meant going back to school.“Okay, Sue,” she said, planting a warm smile on her face, “In two minutes or less, tell us why you want a second chance.” “...