G-D is my G P S_Into the stars_Deep Space Nein_Two
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G-D is my G P S
GOD = G P S G ------P------------SGrace - Protector - Savior ©By Pastor Mike SiverOctober 21, 2019While driving to Sundance Motor to get a car I just purchased serviced. It is about a 2-hour drive and having only been one time before and not the driver I had no idea how to get there. Being of the modern times I do not carry any road maps any longer. I went to my cell phone and brought up the app for maps and GPS to find my way. I punched in the address and watched while it told me not only how to get there but gave several different routes and the...
Into the stars
I can hear my heartbeat. My knees are pressed up to my chest, my eyes squeezed shut. The celebratory drum beats outside sound like a funeral march, the fake paper mache rocket they’ve set up on the stage is a pyre.I cover my ears, drowning out the laughter and the buzz of excitement and fear that’s everywhere. I can hear my breathing - erratic and quick and too loud, loud enough for them to hear. My heartbeat is the fluttering of a butterfly’s wings - unsteady and unpredictable, and it’s the gongs they sound to draw everyone out of their houses and into the square where they announce it - bo...
Deep Space Nein
“HOW ABOUT YOU SHUT UP, KARL!” Bert had had it. Too much time in the vacuum of space, too much time in close quarters. Too much cleaning and sauerkraut. Seriously, who eats that stuff? “HOW ABOUT YOU MAKE ME, Bwww.onedoor.ccERT, YOU AMERICAN PIG!” Karl was done, too. The American was arrogant, prideful and sloppy. Then he was a clutz, too. That’s why they were here now, in space, with the gravitational controls out of function, floating. Not just the capsule. Them. Floating. In the capsule. “FINE- HERE IT COMES!” Bert pulled back his fist for an epic haymaker, and Karl prepared his fist for...
Two
Day 654 I typed into my computer. Nothing’s changed. I’m still the only one. I jabbed at the period key and sighed. This was pointless. Nobody was going to find my virtual journal entries. I looked over at Snuggles, his golden fur glinting in the morning sun. “What happened to them all?” I whispered. Two years ago I had moved home after finishing my Bachelor’s degree at Berkeley. Two weeks after that people started to go missing. There was no explanation and in two months everyone was gone. I was left behind. “Maybe it has something to do with the number two,” I whispered to Snuggles.” It’ll ...