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There was this sound. The kind of sound you hear when asleep. Your mind takes that sound and turn it into a dream. I don’t normally remember my dreams. Most people I’m told, don’t remember their dreams either. That is why I guess this dream must have some significance. It must have a meaning, but I www.onedoor.cccan’t figure out what it is. The sound I remember, and most of the dream, some of the dream. It was a tapping sound, as if coming from under water. Or that thumping sound when you are testing a melon, by tapping on the rind to determine if its ripe. That echo, like a drum, but softer, like it is o...
Small Flames
Sunlight streams through the church's lattice work windows, pale and dull. Alys sells the last of the blackberry jam and slips the six spinel fires it was bought with into the nearly full bag at her hip, its pink surfaces half-burning to the touch. Newly crystallized then.She glances at the back of the woman who'd given it to her. A girl really, wrapped in bright purple linen and walking alone with hunched shoulders. Alys breathes harshly through her nose as she turns away. "Do you have to go back?" Reben asks as he hugs her, pressing his face into her side. "You already know the answer, my l...
Confrontation with doubt - looking for God
Time’s a wasting, Jacob said to himself as he took the compass from his backpack to confirm his direction. He was pleased that he would eventually travel on the Road of Islam.The Road of Islam presented a significant challenge to Jacob. It was as large as Christianity’s, but he was not as familiar with the Islamic faith. What little he knew concerned him.As experienced by millions of others, Islamic Fundamentalism had been thrust upon him on September 11, 2001, when three thousand people were killed in New York City by a group of Islamic terrorists who flew two commercial planes into the Worl...
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David tapped on the door with the back of his hand. Doorbells were so impersonal. They also left fingerprints For a moment he wasn’t sure if anyone had heard. He inspected his ID tag briefly. He considered knocking again and toyed with the idea of moving on. Then inside, he noticed a shape shifting in and out of focus through the textured glass of the door panel. David straightened himself and put on his most sincere smile. The door cautiously opened an inch or two. A pair of horn-rimmed spectacles attached to the face of a woman with long hair the colour of curb side snow peered around the do...