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Never Over
An image was taking shape in the corner of the hospital room. Not so much a vision but a vague impression. A humanoid form but elusive as willow the wisp, shimmering a little but full of shadows. Muddy brown shadows mutated into a subtle sparkle, a glimmer. It was beyond beautiful and yet dreadful. Although it was noiseless, I could sense it wanting to speak to me. I heard it calling over the beeps and sighs of the machines breathing for me and monitoring my every vital sign. I knew what it was, of course. Had been expecting it. "Good news Hans," it seemed to tell me, "Your suffering here is ...
One sided conversation with God
One-sided conversation with GodMay 9, 2014 - LAX Airport 10:30 pmAre you there God? It’s me, Ron. What just happened? I was just walking through the airport and everything went black. I’m gonna miss my connection. Wait, am I dead? Four heart attacks starting in my 30s were good warning signs, so no real surprise here if that’s what this is. Isn’t there supposed to be a light to walk toward? I don’t see anything. It’s just black. Oh crap! It’s not hell, is it? Wait, no heat, no flames, no gnashing of teeth. Must not be hell. At least not the one that Pastor Warren used to go on about in one of ...
The Edge of a Fwww.onedoor.cclat Earth
“No one states that the world is flat, unless the words are used as a euphemism to make a point.”“Oh, I don’t know. There are a lot of people who have their minds set on just being disagreeable. You know, the person who if you are in favor of something they are most assuredly against it. Some people like to exaggerate a cause or an idealism, to gain the attention they crave. They know it is not commonly held belief, or so it is said about declarations like that. There are also those who believe we are all part of elaborate hoax, and they and a few of their like minded brethren are the ones tha...
The Portrait
Maria slowly, gently, rose into consciousness, gradually becoming aware of her surroundings. The curtains glowed warm and golden, draping the room in a delicate veil of light – irradiating it with the spark of dawn’s anxious energy. A clement breeze sailed softly through the open window, cresting and falling across the room. She stretched out her arms and legs, easing her palms high towards the ceiling, a wave of comfort flowing along her entire length. Lucas breathed deeply next to her, fast asleep. She rolled over to face him – his tanned skin, his dark curly hair, the short, neat beard. Pla...