Defeating the darkness_A Strangers Service_Crazy._What Truly Matters
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Defeating the darkness
I knelt infront of the alter speechless. i had been there since the previous night praying and asking god to give me the much needed closure. mostly i needed God to guide me through all this because i felt lost. i felt like i had already lost this battle before i had even began fighting it. i felt empty and alone. i felt like the devil was really gonna get a grip on me. how could this be. how couldwww.onedoor.cc the devil use Zelda against me? was my love for her the reason the devil chose her?does she even know that she has been sent to destroy me. why did God allowed something like this to happen. why did...
A Strangers Service
I despised flying. Heights to be exact. I didn’t like the feeling of placing my life into someone else’s hands, especially when those hands were navigating an airplane at 30,000 feet in the air.I arrived at the airport a couple of hours early, eager to be rid of my luggage and clear security. The nerves had already begun to set in and I decided a coffee was the best solution. I wandered over to the nearest coffee bar and took a seat at an empty table. My fingers briefly flipped through a menu but I already knew what I wanted. Dark roast, decaf, obviously. I had every intention of sleeping thro...
Crazy.
He stood over me, the dim light flickering just out of focus. His greasy black hair was plastered to the sides of his face with sweat. The left side of his face was bright red, as though he'd been slapped. His emerald green eyes were wide and crazed, staring deep into my soul. I was terrified, tears streaming down my battered, bruised and bloody face. My cracked lips parted slightly to plea for mercy from the lunatic in front of me. No noise exited my broken mouth. My captor's finger pressed softly to my mouth before he leaned in and whispered something completely discernable. While I did not ...
What Truly Matters
Even before my flatscreen flew out the window, or the black out curtains in the living room caught fire, way before the cream tiles next to the bathtub were massacred by the weight of broken ceramic falling in a massive chunk or my hair was caught up in a bubble gum love affair -- ahead of all this, Rachel Monroe had already bled to death on my stark white chaise lounge. Now let me tell you something: this piece was a true furniture masterpiece, the kind that was welcoming and snug with a magnetic spirit that accentuated the essence of a bedroom's true authentic self by simply being there. It ...